I crawl out of bed slowly, had because I have to and half because I don’t want to wake you. It’s just past 2am but I can’t sleep with your twins pressing on my bladder.
I waddle to the bathroom, my back aching from how heavy my belly has gotten. The boys were due two days ago and yet haven’t made any moves to come out despite our best efforts.
I leave the bathroom and head towards the hall. If I can’t sleep I might as well get a snack. Going up and down the stairs hasn’t been easy but I take my time and make it down eventually. The promise of cookies and peanut butter keeping me going.
It’s in the kitchen you find me, leaning forward on the counter, groaning as I feel the first real contraction. I feel your hands on my back, massaging my hips gently.
“Baby, what’re you doing I could’ve gotten you some snacks,” you say, your voice gently but concerned.
I breathe deeply as the contraction passes, pushing myself back up, sighing as you slide your hands under my belly to support it. The babies kick in against your palms, my skin tight and red.
“I couldn’t sleep…just wanted to get a snack,” I reply, closing my eyes as I lean my head back in your chest. I smile as you kiss my cheek and neck. “You have work I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You can always wake me up. You three are more important,” you say as your hands roam my belly more, pressing against the twins as they struggle to calm down after the contraction. “You’re gonna pop any moment now and I’m here to take care of you.”
I turn my head and kiss you, pressing my belly against you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You kiss me back, holding me as close as you can with our babies between us. “Come on let’s go back to bed. I’ll grab your snacks.”
I nod, starting my slow journey back up the stairs. “Oreos and peanut butter please. And a red Gatorade.” I call over my shoulder.
I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs when you’re next to me, snacks in one hand, your free one going to my back to help me up.
When I finally reach the stop I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I make my way back to bed, sitting heavily and leaning back against the headboard. You set my snacks next to me, smiling as I put the peanut butter jar on my belly and scoop it out with the cookies.
“These two need to come soon,” I groan. “They’re so heavy now…”
I feel your hands on my belly, rubbing cool lotion into my skin. “I don’t mind them cooking a bit longer” you giggle.
“You don’t have to carry almost twenty pounds of baby,” I reply, play hitting your arm.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like being this big.” I close my eyes as you kiss my belly, your fingers teasing my belly button. “I know how much you’ve liked growing my babies”
I moan and reach my hand to you, rubbing my fingers through your hair. “Mmm it has been fun seeing how big I can’t get…especially with two babies.”
“Might just have to put three in you next time.”
“Promise?”
You smirk, coming closer to kiss me properly.
“You’re gonna grow nice and round for me again and again”
Im so fucking big. This is one of the few clothes that still fit me, and I have one week left until my due date. I can't see my swollen feet anymore, nor anything below my belly. I'm literally bursting; I'm extremely swollen and constricted. I can't walk or get up on my own anymore. I spend all day lying down, eating and rubbing this huge, stretched belly to its limit. My belly skin hurts, and my ankles are so swollen and painful that I walk waddling like a pregnant cow. I need to pop, my goshhhh please.
This is that birth where a nurse who was there confirmed the baby was 20 pounds. They knew it was large, suggested she have an epidural due to the size, and she refused.
When do you think she she regretted that the most? The long hours she had to endure 20lbs of baby riding on her cervix while she tried, pointlessly, to get it out without help or when they pulled all that weight out and left it sitting at the widest part in her straining cunny?
We have reports of a feral alpha roaming downtown. State police request that everyone remain indoors for the night, especially unmated omegas. If you see a man matching the description below, please call the number at the bottom of the screen.
The woman on the tv continues but Adam zones out, more worried about the cooling bowl of ramen in his lap. This is his first night off in two weeks and he is going to take advantage of it.
A feral alpha is not going to ruin his night. Not when he lives 45 minutes outside of town.
**
The sheets ruffle under him, his legs shifting in pleasure as he cups his cock, the lube on his hand warm now. He’s hard, leaking, and almost insane with desire as he twists his wrist. He chokes back a moan, his hips jumping.
He’s been at it for nearly an hour, taking his time, keeping himself right at the edge, wanting his orgasm to last. Wanting to feel overwhelmed. It’s been so long since he’s done this, let alone done it with anyone else, and he’s so much more sensitive than usual.
One flick of his thumb across his slit has him writhing on the bed, precum leaking from the head of his cock.
He lets go, letting out a pathetic moan at the loss of pressure, and turns himself over on his hands and knees, tucking his pillow under his hips. The soft cotton brushes the head of his dick and he cries out, pulling his hips away in an attempt to subdue the pressure building much faster than he wanted.
If he was lucid, and not focusing so heavily on breathing through the pleasure, he might have noticed he was practically presenting himself to the window, of which he’d forgotten to draw the curtain on. He’d been so concerned with other things…
He takes another deep breath, his stomach muscles jumping, his cock twitching between his legs, and then he slowly lowers himself onto the pillow, grinding down into the soft cotton.
The pleasure spikes immediately and his hips stutter, pulling away once more, his chest heaving. Every inch of his skin burns with need.
“A few more minutes,” he breathes to himself, fisting a hand into the sheets, holding the pillow with the other. “You can go longer.”
He shuffles his knees, widening his stance, and then he ruts into the pillow again, his ass leaking over the backs of his thighs. His balls tighten, his thighs and arms trembling from it all, and he thrusts once, then twice, and then finally…he lets go.
A pained scream punches through him, his whole body tensing and then shuddering as he releases, his hips grinding relentlessly against the pillow, drawing it out as much as he can.
His stomach muscles ache from how tense he is, his thighs trembling so hard he can barely stay up. Cum leaks out of him, all over his pillow, and he grips his dick, stroking it again, watching another drop of thick white cum spurt out of him, his mouth opening on another moan.
He’s spent, exhausted, and all together ready to pass out and deal with the mess in the morning when the window behind him shatters.
His heart lurches in his chest and he curls in on himself, the noise deafening. He looks up just in time to see a massive figure looming by the window, the illumination of the moon making him look like a giant.
“What the fu–”
He chokes on his words, rough hands gripping him and yanking him onto the floor, his knees landing hard on the wood floor. The man puts all of his weight against Adam, effectively trapping him on the floor, and Adam tries not to panic.
The feral alpha. The one they warned about. But how?
“Get off me,” he tries, attempting to push himself up and away, but the alpha growls threateningly and the hairs on the back of Adam’s neck stand on end. He freezes.
The worst thing he can do now is piss off an already feral alpha. He has to submit. Or at least pretend he is.
“Okay, okay. I won’t move,” he says quietly, relaxing his body as much as he can so the alpha knows he’s not trying to get away anymore. It’s hard to breathe with such a heavy weight bearing down on him.
The alpha grumbles, the growl in his chest subsiding to more of a rumble. Adam tries to think, tries to figure out a way out of this, but he’s trapped. Completely.
The alpha buries his nose in Adam’s throat, an appreciative moan falling from his lips and Adam has to hold back his shudder. This is so not what he wants to be doing right now. Especially not with a feral alpha. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.
He turns his head, trying to get a better look at the man, but the only parts he can see are covered in fur, the man’s face near full transition. It would be hot if it was consensual.
“Can you please let me go. I won’t run away, I promise. It’s just hard to breathe.”
Reasoning with a feral alpha. Way to go, he chastises himself. But, the alpha shifts a little, no longer such a heavy weight, and Adam breathes a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.”
A grumble of approval echoes through the half wolfed out alpha, and Adam has half a mind to just let the man do what he wants. At least then maybe he can get out of the situation faster.
He moves slowly, reaching towards the jeans he’d left on the floor by the bed. In his hurry to be naked he’d left his phone in the pocket.
He grabs the jeans, ever so slowly pulling them closer, and a deep growl rumbles through the man on top of him, warning him.
Adam slows to a stop, heart thundering in his chest. If he makes a wrong move, he’ll be dead before anyone even knows he’s in trouble.
“Just getting my phone,” he says carefully, making his movements obvious and slow. The alpha growls low in his chest, his hips rutting up against Adam’s bare ass, and he’s suddenly very aware of the fact that neither one of them have clothes on.
The slick on his ass is still sticky and the alpha’s heavy cock brushes into it, slicking himself up, blindly rutting against Adam. If he wasn’t so scared of being killed, he might actually enjoy it.
The alpha continues his rut, his teeth brushing over Adam’s shoulder and he moves to grab his phone again, really not willing to be forcefully mated to this alpha he doesn’t even know. The slick case of his phone slips out of the pocket, his fingers fumbling to unlock it. He’s starting to feel a warmth growing in his gut, an unfortunate side effect of having an alpha rutting against his naked ass for the last 10 minutes.
The phone starts ringing and Adam waits with bated breath until…
“911, what’s your emergency?”
His breath shudders out of him as he answers.
“The feral alpha…is in my room. He has me pinned. Please hel-ah!”
Sharp teeth break through his skin and he can’t hold back his pained gasp. The 911 operator is saying something but he can’t focus through the flood of pleasure and pain coming from his shoulder.
Every nerve in his body is responding to this alpha’s mating bite, making him more slick and needy, his cock giving an interested twitch. The alpha seems to notice the change and lets out a happy little growl, his hips getting rougher, his fingers digging into Adam’s waist and shoulder.
“Sir? Are you there?”
Adam can barely hear around the blood rushing through his ears.
“Ahh, fuck. Yes, yes I’m here. He’s just bit me,” he spits out, narrowly keeping his moan from escaping.
“Ok, just stay calm. Don’t provoke him. Police will be at your location in 10 minutes. Just stay on the line.”
Adam lets out a shuddered breath, his body aching now. Sweat drips down his temple, leaving trails over his forehead as he tries not to give in to the man attempting to use him. It’s hard.
“Is he inside you?” he hears the woman ask, her voice barely a whisper through the pleasure coursing through him.
“Not yet,” he answers, unsuccessful this time as he lets out a lewd moan, slick leaking out of him in a steady flow now.
He doesn’t hear what she says in response. He can only focus on the heavy cock fumbling between his legs, slipping in and out of his slick soaked thighs. The heat only grows, so insufferable that he can’t stand it anymore.
“Okay, okay, please just…”
He reaches back, fumbling for the alpha’s heavy cock, trying to keep him still long enough to direct him to where Adam so desperately needs him. The alpha’s hips stutter and pause, just long enough for Adam to grab the thick head of the alpha’s cock and direct it to his ass.
He presses back, mouth falling open with a loud moan as the tip of the alpha’s cock slips past the slick, tight rim of his ass. Adam nearly cums right then and there.
“Please,” he begs, pushing back against the alpha. The growling grows lower, a grumble deep in the alpha’s gut, and it echoes through Adam, making his knees tremble.
“Please,” he begs again.
The alpha finally catches on, pushing his hips forward, shoving every thick inch of his cock deep into Adam and Adam screams, his whole body tensing at the intense mix of pleasure and pain.
The alpha doesn’t stop once he starts. He continues his rut, making satisfied grunting noises with every thrust, and Adam tries to hold on. His hands slip on the floor, so he reaches back, gripping the back of the alpha’s neck, yanking on the hair there, and it only serves to make the alpha move faster.
“Yes, yes, please, faster,” he cries, the phone on the floor completely forgotten.
The alpha presses him harder into the floor, the sound of his balls slapping against Adam’s ass echoing in the small room. His slick makes everything wet and easy, the squelching sound loud on every thrust.
Adam moans louder, unable to hold it back anymore, and then suddenly he’s screaming through an orgasm. An orgasm that shoots through him so hard and fast that he seizes on the floor, unable to get away from the pleasure running its course through his entire body. He chokes on his cries, the alpha’s teeth once again buried in his shoulder, and cum shoots out of him, coating the floor and his stomach, making another mess he’ll just have to clean up later.
He’s just barely lucid when he feels the start of a knot pressing against his rim. And with his orgasm comes clarity, and a sudden realization that he’s in a terrible position right now.
“Wait, stop, please don’t–AH fuck!”
He’s too late. The knot grows too fast, easily pressing past his rim and it expands even further, filling him up. The alpha’s hips slap against him, desperate needy whines coming from the man above him, and then Adam’s insides are on fire.
“Oh my god. No no, please,” he begs, but the alpha isn’t listening.
The knot locks into place and Adam can feel his insides being flooded with ropes of cum. It’s so thick and heavy, making his stomach expand with every release, and he knows he’ll be swollen and heavy by the time the alpha’s knot goes down.
The alpha makes a pitiful noise, his tongue lapping over the bites on Adam’s shoulder, making him shudder. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the alpha felt bad for what he did. But feral as he is, there’s nothing in his head but the need to breed.
There’s a knock at the front door of his house and Adam’s heart lurches. The cops. He’d completely forgotten about them. Shit.
“The cops are here,” he says, craning his neck to look up at the alpha, but the man is already alert. His eyes are focused on the door, his nose sniffing at the air, no doubt smelling another alpha in the area.
“Are you still there, Adam?”
Adam turns away from the alpha to look at the phone.
“I’m here. Please tell them to be careful. He’s still inside me.”
The woman confirms she’s told the men outside to be discreet, but the second the door busts down, the alpha is up on his knees, holding Adam against his chest.
The shift in position makes Adam cry out, his ass pulling at the knot. It’s still pumping him full of cum, and he can just barely see his lower belly poking out from his hips.
The door to the bedroom swings open and Adam holds his breath, completely exposed to the two cops currently pointing very large weapons into his room. One of them even covers his nose, taking a step back from the doorway.
The alpha has him by the throat now, his hand squeezing possessively, his other arm wrapped tight around Adam’s waist, holding him as close as possible.
The cop to the left steps back again, grabbing his walkie talkie on his shoulder.
“Confirmed visual on the feral. He has an omega in hand.”
Adam can only watch as the men try to reason with the alpha, try to get him to let his guard down, but he doesn’t let up. He’s still gripping Adam as hard as he can, his fingers squeezing bruises into Adam’s throat and waist.
“Adam? Can you hear me?”
The other cop, the older of the two, looks down at him.
Adam opens his mouth to respond but the alpha squeezes harder.
“Just blink once if you understand me.”
Adam blinks once.
“We’re going to have to neutralize him. But we can’t do that until he’s no longer stuck with you. Do you understand?”
Adam’s stomach aches and his chest hurts, but he blinks again.
“Good. How long has he been inside you? Blink when I say the right amount of minutes.”
Adam blinks again in understanding. His knees ache and his cock is hanging limp between his legs, spent and sore, on sight for the cops to see.
“5 minutes, 10 minutes,...”
Adam listens as well as he can, and as the cop gets to 20, he blinks. Close enough.
“Great. It won’t be long now then. Just hold tight.”
Adam wants to laugh. What else could he possibly do right now?
Another spurt of cum coats his insides and his mouth falls open on a groan, unable to hold it back. He’s so full.
“Have an ambulance on standby.”
A low steady, threatening growl is rumbling through the alpha, and Adam can tell it’s making the cops antsy. He truly hopes they don’t do anything stupid.
The alpha behind him shifts, his knot deflating, and Adam feels cum and slick beginning to leak out of him. He collapses to the floor, unable to keep himself upright anymore, and as the chaos ensues around him, he can only focus on breathing, the edges of his vision closing in. The last thing he remembers is the howl of an enraged alpha.
**
He spends 5 days in the hospital. 3 days recovering from the forced mating bite and the ensuing mating sickness, and 2 more days of testing and monitoring for any health concerns that could prevent a healthy pup. The doctors refuse his every request for conception blockers. It isn’t easy these days to get plan B, or any other conception protection, not since the Omega Care Act was repealed.
Despite his verification that the insemination was not consensual, and even a police report proving this, the doctors refuse to provide him with anything due to the mating mark. Every single doctor says he has to have his mate’s approval, despite the proof that his mate is a feral alpha currently in rehab.
He leaves the hospital sick to his stomach, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in that this pregnancy won’t catch. That he’ll get lucky and wake up in a few months feeling normal.
**
He’s not so lucky. About a month after the incident, he’s at work, and the sound of a young patient throwing up sends him running to the bathroom. His stomach rebels for nearly 30 whole minutes, and he knows without a doubt that he’s screwed.
The 3 pregnancy tests he takes that night only confirm it. He’s pregnant. With a feral alpha’s child. He has half a mind to find some way to get rid of the pup, but he’d be caught so easily. He’s already registered in the hospital’s records as a possibly pregnant omega. He’ll be tried for murder if he tries to rid himself of the pup now.
He’s stuck with this.
**
Two months pass and he feels almost normal again. The window is finally fixed. The police figured the Alpha had been drawn by the scent of Adam masturbating. He still hated himself for that part.
He’s in the shower, scrubbing the day’s sweat and exhaustion off, with plans of rotting away on the couch for the next 2 days, when his phone rings. He peeks around the shower curtain, seeing a number he doesn’t recognize.
“Probably a scam,” he mumbles to himself, moving back under the spray of water. The phone rings two more times before he realizes it may be work and he turns the water off, wrapping a towel around his waist.
It’s a local number, but there’s no other info. He decides to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Adam Grandey?”
“This is him,” Adam answers, tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear as he dries himself off.
“This is Lauren from the state police department. We’re calling to let you know that the feral alpha that attacked you two months ago broke out of rehab last night.”
Adam’s stomach drops.
“We were tracking him until about two hours ago when we lost him in your area. We have a feeling he might be making another unplanned visit.”
His heart races, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm on the bathroom counter.
“Can you send the police or something? If you know he’s coming here…”
“I’m sorry, but we’re not authorized to send a unit unless he actually breaks in. Since you are mated–”
“Not by choice,” he cuts in. She ignores him.
“We are not allowed to interfere in an alpha’s business, especially one with a pregnant omega. If he breaks in, we can charge him with breaking and entering, but…”
Adam wants to scream.
“So I’m supposed to just wait until he breaks in again? Let him molest me all over again?”
He can hear the exasperated sigh on the other end of the line.
“I’m truly sorry, sir but there is nothing we can do as of now. Please don’t hesitate to call us if anything happens.”
Adam hangs up the phone without another word. His stomach rolls and he just barely keeps himself from losing his dinner into the toilet. He’s the target of a feral alpha. Again.
He looks at himself in the mirror, his shaggy brown hair floppy, still dripping down his back. The scar on his shoulder still looks brand new, a perfect outline of that alpha’s fangs. His eyes wander lower and he sees the slight pouch in his lower stomach. The pouch he’d been trying to ignore ever since he noticed it when trying to button his pants one morning.
He sighs, leaning against the counter, exhausted from being on edge so often. The smell of alphas would turn his stomach, and any tall figure made him jump. This is exactly what he feared. And yet, the memory of that night, of the heat and the slick and the desire he’d felt so deep in his gut, even before the mating bite, lingered with him.
He still dreams of that night. Of how it felt to be so achingly full with his cock and cum. He wakes hard as a rock and aching to be full once more.
His cock twitches under the towel and he scoffs, pushing his hand against it. He can handle it on his own.
**
His gun sits on the bedside table, the window unlocked, and the door closed. Adam is dressed this time, in boxers and a tank top, laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. If the alpha does show, Adam will be ready.
Around midnight he drifts off, exhaustion weighing heavy on him. He can’t keep his eyes open any longer.
At least, until he hears the sound of his window shifting, opening.
He’s up in seconds, gun in hand, pointing it at the massive figure climbing in through the window.
“Stay right there,” he demands.
The alpha unfurls himself to his full height, tilting his head to the side questioningly. He’s not quite as wolfed out this time, but he’s still way too big for Adam to handle on his own. Adam can see a sharp jawline, a nose perfectly crafted, and his hands are almost normal. No claws.
But his eyes give him away. Bright red, they stand out in the dark of the room, staring at Adam with hunger and something else.
“I won’t hesitate to shoot you. You need to go back to the rehab facility.”
The alpha makes a pitiful whining noise and Adam has to keep his fingers from shaking. This is the same alpha alright.
“Go. Please.”
The man huffs, taking a step closer, but Adam lifts the gun higher, pointing it right at his chest.
“I mean it.”
A low, pained growl is rumbling through the alpha’s chest, and it takes every ounce of Adam’s willpower to keep the gun pointing forward. It just sounds so pitiful, like he actually wants to be here. Like he knows where he is and wants to stay.
That thought gives him pause. What if he’s not as feral as the police think?
“Can you…understand me?”
His head tilts again, but a flash of recognition shows in his eyes, the red fading slightly, before the hunger takes over again.
Adam sees the hesitation in the alpha’s hands. He keeps opening and closing his fingers, probably trying to control his claws.
He’s probably insane, but he doesn’t think this alpha will hurt him. At least not now that they’re mated. And he’s pregnant.
“I’m going to put this down. Please don’t hurt me.”
Adam doesn’t see any signs of understanding, but he trusts his gut and puts the gun down on the floor, safety still on.
In seconds, the alpha is on him, smothering him in his scent, burying his face in Adam’s throat. He struggles for only a few seconds before he realizes the alpha isn’t trying to do anything bad. He’s just scenting him.
“This is not what I expected,” he mumbles to himself, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s waist, if only to keep himself from falling over under the man’s weight.
There’s a pathetic little whine coming from him, and Adam somehow finds it cute. Now that he’s paying attention and not delirious with pleasure, it feels quite nice to have an alpha so obsessed with him. Even if he is a feral one.
“You missed me, didn’t you?”
The alpha snuggles closer, pushing Adam down onto the bed, and he huffs a laugh, letting the alpha lick over his throat.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The blue and white rehab clothes he wears are quite gaudy, but he doesn’t seem to even notice as he puts nearly his full weight on top of Adam, scenting him so heavily the room reeks of their combined scents.
“You know, you could’ve started this way instead of what you did 2 months ago.”
The alpha doesn’t answer, just continues nuzzling him, and Adam sighs, resigned to his fate for the night.
**
Adam wakes in the morning with the alpha wrapped around his back, both arms wrapped tight around him. At some point in the night, the rehab clothes had been shredded, and Adam’s tank top was bunched up under his chin.
His boxers did nothing to hide the boner. He’s almost ashamed of himself, for allowing this to happen again. But…it could be worse.
A low grumble sounds from behind him and the alpha shifts, his hips pressing up against Adam, making it very clear exactly what he’s thinking. His cock is just as big as Adam remembers, and his body remembers it very well.
“Someone’s eager.”
The alpha shifts again, rutting up against Adam, his hips making desperate attempts to do something. Small, needy whines escape him and Adam grins, very willing to participate this time.
“Let me help,” he says, reaching back to pull his boxers down off his ass. He’s only able to pull them down to his thighs, the alpha keeping him from moving any further.
“I’ve got you. Do this,” Adam instructs, reaching back to find the head of the alpha’s cock, guiding it to his ass just as he’d done two months ago. Though this time, he’s enjoying it willingly.
The alpha lets him do whatever he needs, and soon, Adam is being speared open by the alpha’s giant cock. It feels so good, so much better than he remembers.
Adam just lets the alpha take over, enjoying the way his ass spreads around him, the way his slick leaks out around it every time he presses in. It’s so much calmer this time, nicer.
“We can do this whenever you like if you keep this up,” he groans, pressing back. His stomach muscles tense and the alpha presses him into the bed, smothering him as he thrusts. The grunts and groans turn Adam on even more and he’s cumming in minutes, which seems to please the alpha. He wraps a hand around the head of Adam’s spent cock, coating his hand in Adam’s seed, and then smears it all over Adam’s back.
It’s disgusting, but also incredibly hot. Possessive and territorial were not on his list of turn ons, but clearly he just didn’t know better.
As soon as the alpha’s cock starts to swell, Adam is lost to another orgasm, eyes rolling back in his head as the alpha’s tongue laves over his shoulder and throat, his cock pumping heavy loads of seed into him. If he wasn’t already pregnant, he would be this time.
**
Adam spends the weekend at the apartment, the alpha following him around like a lost, territorial puppy. Any time Adam moves, the alpha is up in an instant, right on his heels.
He’d tried at some point to get clothes on the man but he’d adamantly refused, even making a show of shredding the only large shirt Adam could find for him. He gave up after that.
Adam enjoys it for the most part until he tries to go to the bathroom and the alpha follows him, standing right next to him as he handles his business.
“You don’t have to be so close you know,” Adam says, chuckling. He tucks himself back into his boxers and washes his hands, the alpha still pressed up against his back.
He’s unfortunately getting used to the man being so attentive.
“Are you hungry?”
He doesn’t wait for a response, knowing he won’t get one, and makes his way into the kitchen. The fridge is scarce but he has enough for a few ham sandwiches so he makes do.
The alpha stays quiet, somehow staying just out of the way as Adam moves around the kitchen, grabbing the items he needs. He isn’t paying close attention though as he closes a drawer, slamming his finger hard.
He yelps, the pain sharp but already fading. However the alpha seems to think differently.
A low, dangerous growl rumbles through him, his chest puffed up as he yanks Adam away from the drawer, staring at it as if it could actually back down.
“I’m fine. Stop being so clingy.” Adam tries to pull away but he’s yanked back into the alpha’s thick chest. He can feel the alpha’s soft cock against his ass and needs to think about anything else to keep himself from making a bad decision.
He looks up, seeing the red eyed glare, and chuckles to himself. If anyone had ever told him this would be his life…
The man finally looks down, grabbing Adam’s finger, inspecting the red flesh. Not even a bruise.
“See? I’m fine.”
He lets the alpha inspect it for a few more minutes and then gently pulls away, his stomach grumbling.
“Let me finish making food. You can scent me after.”
That finally seems to get his attention and he lets go, still not moving far but at least letting Adam finish the sandwiches.
“Come on.”
Adam leads them to the couch, settling down into the worn but comfortable leather, placing the plates on the table and tossing a throw blanket into his lap.
He reaches for his plate, digging into his own sandwich, humming as he finally gets food into his grumbling stomach.
The alpha, seemingly satisfied for the moment, grabs his sandwich and digs in as well, though a little more frantic and far less civilized. It’s adorable.
After that it’s easy to just settle into the couch, the alpha laying himself across Adam’s lap, his arms wrapped around Adam’s waist. He nuzzles into Adam’s belly and Adam feels his heart lurch, a sudden longing for a life he thought he’d never have flashing through him.
The curtains flutter in the breeze coming through the open windows, the tv playing something he doesn’t care about, and his alpha, his mate, is heavy and warm in his lap, grumbling softly. He never thought he could have something like this.
**
After that weekend, it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the alpha. Not that he wants to of course. He’s used to having that constant attention and he misses it a lot when he’s not around. But he has to work.
The first few times he tries locking the alpha in the apartment, but he always comes back to an absolute mess. His underwear, dirty clothes, even his pillow strewn across the apartment, covering nearly every inch.
So he starts letting the alpha out, letting him roam, with firm warnings that he has to stay away from Adam. It works for a few weeks, but Adam still sees him lurking in the shadows. Watching him from a distance.
It gives him comfort to know his alpha is always so close, even if it’s dangerous.
**
“That’s your pup.”
Adam holds the blurry black and white picture of his pup up for his alpha to see. The alpha looks at it, his eyes clear for the first time in the last 5 months.
He looks up at Adam, brows raised, and then looks back at the picture, then down at Adam’s stomach. He repeats this a few times and Adam watches in awe, nodding.
“It’s a little boy. They say he’s big for his age. He’ll probably be a big pup.”
The alpha blinks, a sign of recognition on his face. It’s the first time Adam has seen something other than hunger on his face. At least, the first time it has lasted longer than a few seconds.
“Do you understand me? This,” he says softly, putting a hand on his belly. “This is your pup. You put him inside me. Do you remember?”
The alpha blinks again, looking back down at Adam’s stomach, and then back to Adam’s face. And to Adam’s complete shock, his alpha nods.
It’s not impossible for a feral alpha to be brought back. It’s just…rare. There are so many factors into what sends an alpha into a feral state, and if you don’t know what caused it, you typically can’t fix it. The rehab facilities that have popped up in the last few years boast progress now, but it’s still far from perfect.
So to see him nod in understanding, to answer a question, it’s shocking to say the least.
“Holy shit…”
The alpha huffs, something akin to a laugh, and Adam opens his mouth in awe.
“Can you talk now too?”
The alpha sniffs, turning his nose up at the idea, and Adam sighs.
“It’s ok. We’ll work on that.”
**
Police are still on the lookout for the feral alpha that attacked, mated, and impregnated the omega several months ago. Sources say the omega hasn’t had contact since the attack, and the police haven’t found a trace of the alpha since he escaped the Sunrise Rehab Facility. Any tips are welcome at the number found on the bottom of the screen…
“You need to be more careful. They’ll probably find out I’m lying soon enough.”
The first time they came knocking was a week after his alpha broke out of the rehab facility. They’d questioned him and pushed him to give up the whereabouts, but he flicked them off and closed the door. And then once a month after, they would show up unannounced, knocking on his door, making his alpha agitated and anxious.
He’s able to hide their combined scents fairly easily with some of the pheromone eraser wall plug-ins Walmart has started selling, but every time he uses one, his alpha freaks out and spends several hours re-scenting him and the house. On those days, his alpha gets a little more feral, and Adam curses the cops every single time. He’s so close to getting this man, his mate, to come back to his human self and they keep intruding.
A kiss on his shoulder draws his attention and he sighs, enjoying the feeling of his Alpha’s arms wrapped around his middle. His thumbs brush gently over the underside of Adam’s belly, a new gesture of content, and Adam is definitely not complaining.
“If they find out you’re here, they’ll take you away. But if you show you can be human…”
A low growl answers him and Adam sighs, leaning back against his Alpha’s shoulder.
“I know, I know. It’s ok, I’m not forcing you. I’m just worried they’ll try to take you from me.”
A feral alpha is a threat to the community after all.
A short nip at his ear makes Adam jump, slapping at his alpha’s arm.
“You are not allowed to chastise me for being worried. It’s not like you’re careful. I still see you following me to work.”
It’s his alpha’s turn to sigh, tucking his nose under Adam’s jaw and scenting him heavily. Adam groans but doesn’t argue anymore. He’s too tired for that.
**
Adam once considered himself unlucky to have few friends, but now, with his life the way it is, he doesn’t really mind it. He can hole himself away in his apartment most nights with no problem. And with his alpha slowly but surely gaining his humanity back, it has been far more fun for him to stay home.
“This is your pup.”
“...my…pup.”
Adam nods, a huge grin on his face.
“And this is our house. Where we live.”
His alpha opens and closes his mouth a few times before stuttering out, “...our…house. We…live…”
Adam could die of happiness right now.
“Yes! You’re doing so well!”
A crooked smile appears on his alpha’s face, though it’s clear he isn’t used to the expression anymore. Adam can’t help himself and leans in, stealing a kiss. He’s so excited.
“Can you tell me your name? I can’t just keep calling you ‘alpha’ in my head.”
There’s a brush of pride across his alpha’s face and Adam almost chastises him for the smugness, but he’s so excited to be hearing words that he lets it go.
“Please? Tell me your name?”
His alpha huffs but opens his mouth, feeling around for the word…
“Der…Derek.”
“Derek?” Adam repeats, rolling the name around on his tongue. It’s so much better than ‘alpha’.
“Your…alpha.”
Adam barks out a laugh, caught by surprise by the extra addition.
“Yes, my alpha. Even if you took that title by force,” Adam jokes, but Derek’s face pinches, his forehead bunching.
“I’m just joking with you,” he tries to reason but Derek shakes his head. He reaches forward, fingers brushing against Adam’s lips.
“I’m…sorry.”
Adam’s lips fall open but Derek continues.
“But I am…glad. To…have you.”
Adam’s chest tightens and his eyes start watering.
“I’m glad to have you too,” he chokes out.
Derek smiles again, and then it’s Derek’s turn to lean in and steal a kiss from Adam. Adam laughs through the tears, falling back to the floor and Derek follows, kissing deeper now.
A low groan slips past Derek’s lips and Adam shudders, his cock already aching in his pants.
“Fuck, Derek~” Adam moans out. Derek’s face lights up, his eyes glittering, and suddenly Adam is so glad he knows his name.
“Derek?”
The raw groan that comes out of him makes Adam keen, his back arching off the floor.
Derek takes advantage of this and wraps a muscled arm under Adam’s back, pulling him up to sit in Derek’s lap. Adam chokes on a groan, his cock squished against Derek’s abs.
His belly pokes out more now too, pressing up against Derek, far more noticeable than it had been the past few months.
“Can you say my name?” Adam asks, hopeful as he gazes into Derek’s hungry eyes.
Derek’s lips move, his brows pinching, but he looks determined.
“My…mate. Adam.”
Adam’s heart swells in his chest and he’s done trying to hold himself back. Derek is his mate, no matter what.
“Kiss me, you big oaf.”
And Derek does just that. He kisses Adam so deeply, so full of desire, that Adam loses himself to the feeling. His mind goes blank, empty. At least until a solid thump from his middle makes them both pause.
Derek’s eyes go wide and he looks down at Adam’s belly.
Adam, still trying to recover from the sudden loss of Derek’s lips on his throat, blinks down at his belly too, waiting for it to happen again.
He’s felt the pup quite a few times, little flutters of movement every now and then. But this one is bigger. More noticeable.
Derek’s hands shift to cover the sides of Adam’s middle, and Adam holds his breath, waiting for the feeling again.
They don’t have to wait long.
“Our pup!” Derek exclaims, a wide grin on his face. Kick after kick pushes against Adam’s ribs, but he can’t bring himself to complain as Derek’s face grows bright with excitement. This is the most joy Adam has seen from him since…well, ever.
“Yes, our pup,” Adam echoes, a smile growing on his face as well. He thought he would hate it. Hate the feeling of something growing inside of him. But this…this was worth the rocky start.
“What should we name him?” Adam asks. He doesn’t really expect Derek to answer, more just musing to himself. But…
“Theo. After my brother.”
Adam is speechless. Though he’s not sure if that’s from the fact that Derek actually gave him a name, that he didn’t even hesitate once in that sentence, or that he brought up a past Adam thought he didn’t remember.
“You…you remember your brother?”
Derek’s brow furrows and red starts to bleed into his green eyes, so Adam shakes his head, running his fingers through Derek’s hair.
“It doesn’t matter. You can tell me when you’re ready. For now, let’s enjoy the rest of my day off.”
Derek seems to pull himself out of the memories and gives Adam a pleased, grateful smile. Adam answers it, leaning in for a kiss, slipping his tongue past Derek’s lips. Derek opens easily, his tongue intermingling with Adam’s, and suddenly they’re back to their horny selves. Even if those four words are still echoing in the back of Adam’s mind.
**
The police seem to have finally backed down, finally given Adam’s continued insistence that he didn’t know where the feral Alpha was. Which…isn’t exactly untrue. His alpha isn’t feral anymore. Not like he was before.
No, his alpha is currently wrapped around him in their now shared bed, snoring softly. He’s learning words, learning how to make food, even learning how to read again. And Adam is so very proud of his progress.
Theo continues to make himself known, growing ever bigger as the time passes. At Adam’s last appointment, the doctor noted his growth to be further along than normal at this point in the pregnancy, and weighing in at nearly 10 pounds. Derek had been thrilled, Adam not so much. He was the one that would have to deliver the pup.
Derek’s arm tightens around Adam’s waist and he winces, his already full bladder being pummeled by the pup inside him. The clock on the nightstand mocks him, ridiculously bright at 3:32am. Unable to hold it anymore, he lifts Derek’s arm off of him, slips from the bed with a grunt, then shuffles to the bathroom, a hand on his lower back. That’s another thing he hates. The back aches.
He lets out a sigh of relief as he sits on the toilet, the release of his bladder incredibly welcome, and rubs his heavy middle. Stretch marks litter his sides, light pink and white all over. His bellybutton pokes out now too, which can be annoying. Most of his shirts are too tight, and it shows so prominently. Kids at work ask him all the time what it is, and he has to explain that he’s pregnant over and over. The parents are usually apologetic but he’s started to enjoy bragging about his pup.
As if right on cue, Theo gives another kick, right against the hand he has resting on his side. Adam huffs, rubbing the skin there.
“Easy there little one or you’ll bust right out of me. Your papa won’t like that very much.”
The kicking doesn’t go away, but it does slow down. A little bit.
Adam shakes his head, using the sink counter to hoist himself from the toilet. Theo is going to be a handful for sure.
He finishes the rest of his business and shuffles out of the bathroom, only to find Derek standing right in front of the door, face tight and brow furrowed.
“Are you okay?”
Adam blinks. He hadn’t heard Derek get up.
“I’m ok. I just had to pee. Theo likes to use my bladder as a punching bag.”
Derek doesn’t move.
“Are you okay?”
Derek shakes his head, his huge form blocking the doorway. Even in the dark, Adam can see the tension in his shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently, slipping closer. He wraps his arms around Derek’s waist, letting his belly press up against him. It usually helps calm him down.
This time is thankfully no different.
“Bad dreams. I was worried. About you.”
Adam’s brow furrows and he brushes his thumb over Derek’s jaw, cupping his cheek.
“I’m okay, I promise. Still in one piece, even if a little sore from carrying your heavy ass pup.”
Derek is caught off guard and huffs, his shoulders relaxing an inch or so. Adam smiles up at him, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Derek hesitates, his eyes growing distant. Adam has seen this look quite a bit the last few weeks, and he’s worried the memories of why Derek became feral are going to come flooding back. It’s already so rare for a feral alpha to come back to normal, and in almost all of those documented cases, the alpha nearly always goes feral again after remembering what happened the first time. There are a lot of ethical groups arguing against bringing feral alphas back from that state, because it only causes them more harm. But their argument doesn’t hold much weight because the few rare cases of successfully recovered alphas, small as that pool may be, have all stated they were glad to be back to normal. And that’s all Adam wants for Derek.
“You don’t have to. But it can help you feel better.”
Derek deflates, his shoulders sagging. He leans in, putting his head on Adam’s shoulder, scenting him.
“Don’t want to talk. Not tonight.”
Adam nods, rubbing his back.
“That’s fine. Let’s go back to sleep then. My back hurts.”
Just like that, Derek is back to being the doting alpha Adam loves. He sweeps Adam off his feet, carrying him the short distance back to the bed, and Adam lets him. He enjoys it, despite himself.
Derek shuffles Adam to the inside of the bed, closer to the wall. Usually this spot is for Derek, but when Derek climbs into the bed and wraps himself around Adam, protective, Adam doesn’t complain. This side of the bed is warmer anyway.
**
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home? You don’t look well.”
Adam shakes his head, rubbing away the already disappearing cramp in his side.
“I’m alright. I only have a few more hours anyway.”
Susan doesn’t look like she believes him but she relents, handing him the clipboard for his next patient.
Eight and a half months pregnant, he’s not exactly enjoying being up and moving around. And he would much rather be nesting at home. He’s far too close to his due date to be dealing with people that are not his mate, and Susan seems to realize this too. He’s cranky, uncomfortable, and Theo is constantly kicking his bladder, making him have to go to the bathroom every half hour.
By the time the end of his shift rolls around, Susan already has his belongings.
“Go home. Don’t come back until after your pup is born. I won’t hear any arguments.”
Adam, loath to admit it, is incredibly thankful. He feels restless and miserable, and being here any longer might actually make him go insane.
“Thank you. I’ll keep you updated.”
“You better! I expect to see pictures of that pup of yours.”
Adam chuckles and nods, promising to do just that before leaving the building. Thirty more minutes and he’ll be home and able to shower. And then it’s just a matter of waiting for his pup to arrive. He’s already decided on a home birth, unwilling to leave Derek out of it. And the one good thing that came out of the government repealing the Omega Care Act was the ability for Alphas to decide how long Omegas should be out of work, or if they’re allowed to go back at all. He already knows Derek will respect his wishes.
The car ride home is miserable, the cramps starting to grow worse. He knows they’re not full blown contractions yet, but they’re still incredibly uncomfortable. Thankfully, the second he pulls into the driveway, Derek is there helping him out of the car and off his feet. No doubt he followed Adam all the way home. The separation this late in the pregnancy has been rough on both of them.
“Man, I love you so much. I want a bath.”
Derek nods, fully capable of doing everything Adam needs now, so Adam wraps his arms around Derek’s neck and relaxes, enjoying being pampered.
Derek runs his bath, helping Adam wash his body, getting rid of all of the sweat and outside germs. Bathed, dressed, and content, Adam starts nesting, pulling every piece of clothing out of his drawers and closet. He arranges everything on the bed, fixing each item so it all lays perfectly around them as they sleep. Derek watches in silence, helping every now and then when Adam can’t reach something.
By the time bedtime rolls around, Adam is exhausted. He lets out a yawn and Derek looks up from his spot in Adam’s lap.
“Ready for bed?”
Adam nods, shuffling back against the pillows, letting Derek climb out of the bed to finish turning out the lights. By the time Derek gets back, Adam is fast asleep, cozy in his nest of their scents.
**
“Can you tell me what you were like as a child?”
Adam starts small. Hopefully far enough back that it won’t spark Derek’s painful memories. Derek hums, running his fingers through Adam’s hair, his chest warm under Adam’s cheek.
They spend a lot of their time wrapped around each other in the nest, anticipation heavy. The pup is due to arrive any day and Adam refuses to risk being out of the nest when that happens.
“I was…a handful. My mom used to call me that. Always with a fond smile on her face.”
His voice rumbles through Adam, his breath brushing over the top of his head.
“And your dad?” Adam asks, gently guiding the conversation.
Derek’s fingers stop moving through Adam’s hair but he doesn’t stop talking.
“He was good. Kind. Never cruel. Treated me with respect, even when I…disobeyed them.”
Adam chuckles, tracing his fingers over the trail of hair on Derek’s chest.
“My luck, Theo is going to be a handful too. Just like you were.”
It’s Derek’s turn to huff, his fingers resuming their gentle, careful path through Adam’s hair.
“He will be good. He may be a lot, but he will be a good pup.”
Adam lets himself imagine what Theo will look like. Will he be handsome like his Papa? Dark hair and green eyes? Will he get freckles like Adam? He even goes so far as to imagine Theo as a young boy, snaggle toothed, running around the yard with Derek, both of them play fighting.
The image brings tears to his eyes. A life he never once expected, but one that would now be granted.
“Are you okay?”
Adam sniffles, wiping his face.
“I’m fine. Just thinking about our pup.”
Derek’s fingers shift under Adam’s chin, lifting it up so they can look at each other.
“He will be a strong pup. You will raise him right. Just as my father raised me and my brother.”
Adam shudders a little at the easy mention of Derek’s family. Whatever happened to send Derek into a feral state, Adam is fairly positive it has to do with his family. He’s about to ask another question when a cramp steals his breath, making him whimper.
Derek’s fingers disappear from his chin and move to the underside of his tightened middle, caressing the stretched out skin.
“You are close.”
Adam nods, breathing hard through his nose. The cramps are becoming more consistent.
“It won’t be long,” he promises, relaxing again as the cramp subsides. Derek reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing the wet rag he’d left there. He carefully runs it over Adam’s shoulder, over his back, taking special care with Adam’s extended middle. He’s so gentle, so careful. Like he’s scared of hurting him.
“Derek, I–”
Ding dong.
Derek’s hackles raise immediately, his eyes bleeding red. Who the hell would be coming to the door at this hour?
“Calm down,” Adam whispers, sitting up with a grunt. His body feels so incredibly heavy, but with the sound of the doorbell ringing a second time, he sighs, forcing himself out of the nest. Out of comfort.
Derek whines and his fingers wrap around Adam’s wrist, keeping him close to the bed. Adam smiles softly, running his fingers through the dark hair on Derek’s head.
“I’ll go see who it is. Stay here, just in case it’s the police again.”
A low growl comes from Derek at that, but Adam pats his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.
“I’ll be right back.”
He steadies himself on the edge of the bed, reaching down for a pair of abandoned boxers on the floor. It’s hard but he manages, with Derek’s help, to get them on, along with an oversized, overstretched shirt.
The stairs are worse, but he takes it one step at a time, keeping a hand on the railing and his other hand on his lower back. The doorbell rings again when he’s about halfway down the stairs.
“I’m coming!”
His ankles ache, and another cramp suddenly comes at him, making him pause at the bottom of the stairs. To hell with the person at the door. They shouldn’t be bothering him right now. Especially not in this state.
The door finally comes into vision and he huffs, out of breath. He flips on the porch light and opens the door, shocked to find an officer standing there, hands tucked into his belt.
“Can I help you officer?”
The man, a very large Alpha, gives a slight bow of his head, a stern look on his face.
“Sorry to bother you at such a late hour. We’ve received reports of the feral alpha in this area. Have you seen him?”
Adam wants to scream and yell and cuss at the officer. Why can’t they just leave him alone?
“Do you really think he would still be wandering around here? How many times do I have to tell you people–”
His words are cut off by a pained gasp, his hand flying to the underside of his belly. This contraction is so much stronger than the last few. The officer takes a step forward, no doubt trying to assist but Adam shakes his head, refusing to have another alpha touch him at a time like this.
“I’m fine,” he snaps, breathing heavily. “Please. I would like you to leave.”
The officer frowns, his brow furrowing.
“Are you sure I can’t call someone for you? There’s no reason an omega like yourself should be laboring alone.”
“I said, I’m fineeeyyaaaaaah,” unable to hold back his pained scream. It’s so much worse. The man turns to his radio, but Adam shakes his head.
“Do not call an ambulance. I wish to do this alone. At home. Leave me alOOONE!” he screams again, nearly collapsing to his knees. But to his relief, and now suddenly to his horror, he realizes Derek’s hands are the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
A deep warning growl is emanating from Derek’s chest, and Adam’s heart lurches into his throat.
“Derek, no, you can’t…AHHH!”
The growl grows louder, and the officer is now holding a gun, pointing it directly at Derek’s chest.
“No, please, don’t shoot!” Adam begs. Derek forces him back into the house, placing his bigger body in between Adam and the officer, protecting Adam. Adam screams as another cramp breaks through him, his fingers digging into Derek’s tense bicep.
“Step away from the omega!” the officer yells, his voice far too loud.
Red bleeds into Derek’s eyes, and claws start to form at the tips of his fingers. Adam can’t lose him like this. Not now. Not ever.
“No, please, stop! He’s not feral anymore!”
Adam takes advantage of Derek’s distracted posture to push in front of him, blocking him now with his own body. His own, very pregnant body.
The officer lowers his gun only slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Step away from the feral!”
Adam shakes his head, struggling to breathe between the fear and pain coursing through him.
“No! He is my mate, and the father of my pup! You cannot legally step in!”
Derek’s growl is getting louder by the second. Adam doesn’t have much time.
“Please, I am not asking for hel-AAAHHHHHH NOOOO,” he pleads, gripping his stomach with clenched fingers, falling to his knees. The pain is so intense, so sudden he can only hold his breath until it passes.
Derek’s fingers on his back are the only thing keeping Adam sane. And if they take Derek…if they take him away…
“Please,” he gasps, begging the officer. “Don’t do this.”
Derek shifts, once again putting himself between Adam and the officer, showing his whole back to the officer. A sign of submission. A sign of trust.
Adam shakes his head, the pain only growing, his stomach seizing under his fingers.
He looks up, finding Derek looking back at him, his eyes no longer the bright red of a feral alpha. No. They’re beautifully, wonderfully green. And bright, full of life and fear.
“He will not harm you,” Derek promises, his beautiful, strong face determined.
Adam shakes his head again, silently begging Derek to stand down. To threaten an omega, let alone a pregnant and laboring one, is to declare war on the omega’s alpha. And the officer must realize it too.
Adam can hear him calling for backup, can even smell the fear suddenly coming off of him in waves. Adam clings to Derek, holding him tight.
“Leave him be. Don’t do anything stupid. Please. For me. And your pup,” he pleads breathlessly. For the pup that is currently making himself well known.
A whimper falls from his lips and Derek tenses, his shoulder muscles bunching under Adam’s clenched fingers.
He never imagined this is how it would go. He wanted an intimate, careful birth, in his nest with his mate. Not here on the living room floor, tears falling down his cheeks, the scent of fear nearly gagging him.
Derek’s fingers tremble, just barely holding back his claws.
“Just leave!” Adam screams. He might throw up if this goes on.
Sirens blare in the distance and his heart lurches so hard he gags, his stomach clenching hard. Derek doesn’t move. Keeps himself planted between Adam and the officer. He will not let Adam suffer.
Adam feels Derek shift, feels his muscles bunch as he turns to look at the officer. Fear spikes and Adam’s vision goes blurry, desperation leaking out of him in waves.
The officer, despite being an alpha, looks terrified. As he should. He’s threatened and antagonized an already helpless omega. If Derek really were feral, the officer would have already been ripped to shreds.
Derek’s back straightens, his shoulders going wide, completely blocking Adam from view. The officer raises his gun again, his fingers trembling far too close to the trigger.
“Leave.”
One word. One, forced word. Falling from Derek’s lips.
The officer’s eyes go wide, the gun lowering slightly in shock.
“But-but you’re supposed to be feral,” he stutters out pathetically. Adam wants to scream at him.
“Not anymore,” Derek answers, his voice calm and lethal. The gun stays raised, but the officer’s grip wavers.
Derek growls low, threatening. “You have threatened me. You have threatened my mate. You must have a death wish.”
The officer shakes his head, taking a step back.
“Leave. Before I tear you to shreds for making my mate suffer.”
There’s a new fear in the officer’s eyes now. That of realization. He’s no longer dealing with a feral, likely dangerous alpha who is unaware of his surroundings. No. He’s dealing with a very angry, very scary alpha of a pregnant omega, who would win in any court case for standing his ground. And he would be too easy a kill.
He takes another step back, the gun lowering again, and Adam feels his body react to the threat backing away. His back aches and his thighs tremble, the heavy weight in his stomach is moving lower.
“Derek,” he whimpers. “The pup. He’s coming.”
Derek’s posture changes instantly, and the officer takes the sudden advantage to sprint away, leaving the door wide open. Derek only takes a moment to close it before scooping Adam into his arms and carrying him up the stairs. Back to the nest. Back to safety.
Adam’s boxers are a mess of sweat and slick, his hole preparing for his pup’s arrival.
“Just breathe,” Derek murmurs, stripping Adam of his clothing. He settles Adam into the nest and Adam’s whole body shudders, the fear leaving him clammy and shaky.
“You’re okay,” Derek whispers, climbing into the nest with Adam, wrapping himself around Adam from behind, scenting him.
Adam breaks then, a sob cutting through his chest, and Derek’s arms tighten around him, holding him closer. He continues to whisper soothing words, to scent and massage Adam’s throat and stomach. Adam finally feels safe, feels comfortable enough to push, and he feels his pup so close already.
Derek soothes him, rubbing his hand over Adam’s back, and Adam struggles on his hands and knees as his pup slowly spreads him open, splitting him apart. Slick leaks out of him like a leaky faucet, but he continues to push.
He reaches between his legs, feeling the head full of hair stuck there, so close to coming out.
“He’s there. Adam, our pup is right there. Come on, you can do this.”
If Adam wasn’t so focused on birthing his pup, he might have noticed how sure Derek is of his words now, without hesitation or a stutter. Like he was never feral.
Adam bares down, the stretch spreading even wider, the burn so hot and painful. Derek’s soothing words do nothing to take away the pain, but they still help. Immensely.
Adam reaches for Derek’s hand, and he squeezes hard as he pushes once more, the feeling of his pup stretching him open, the slow, tortuous spread of his hole. He nearly cries from the pain until finally, his rim gives and his pup’s head pops out, leaving him gasping for air.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his thighs aching. Derek is there, rubbing his back again, and as another contraction comes, he braces himself. He pushes again, and again and again, feeling his rim spread and tighten with every push, and after what feels like hours, he gives one last pained push…and then relief.
He sobs at the release of pressure and he knows his pup is out. He looks back to Derek, expecting to see joy and elation on his face but he only sees worry.
“What is it?” Adam cries, struggling to move through the numbness in his legs. Derek is vigorously rubbing Theo’s back, patting him down but not a single sound escapes him. Adam stares, his stomach in his throat, the worst pain searing through his chest at the sight of his pup, limp in Derek’s large hands.
“What’s wrong with him,” he begs, watching Derek grow more and more desperate. He pats and rubs and pats Theo’s back. A sob escapes Adam, his chest so tight he can hardly breathe. If that officer made this happen, an entire army couldn’t hold Adam back. He would get his revenge.
Derek lets out a pained whine, his fingers trembling with their pup, so tiny despite being so heavy. Adam wants to die. Wants to fall to his knees and give in to the pain coursing through him. He’ll kill that officer, and then–
A shrill cry echoes through the room. A beautiful, incredible, perfect cry. And Adam breaks down. Derek’s own shoulders droop so heavily, so clearly relieved.
He passes Theo over to Adam, and Adam struggles to hold back his sobs.
“My baby. My pup. My sweet, beautiful Theo.” He keeps going, barely getting the words through the knot in his throat. Derek keeps quiet, but he doesn’t disappear. In fact, he shuffles closer, scenting the both of them so heavily the room reeks of it. And Adam, despite everything, despite the pain still coursing through him, feels a relief that nearly bowls him over. His mate, and his son. Both alive, and both perfectly amazing. He would never ask for anything ever again.
**
Adam hums to himself softly, rocking back and forth with Theo in his arms, his beautiful pup milk drunk and fast asleep. Exhaustion clings to every inch of Adam’s body, but he’ll never trade the feeling for anything. Derek is sleeping on the bed, snoring softly. He stayed up all night with Theo so Adam could sleep, and it’s catching up to him now.
This past month has been hectic for both of them. Derek was studied, poked, prodded, and paraded around on televisions about his ‘miraculous’ recovery from being feral. Adam was surprised at how well Derek handled everything, but given the end result was him being able to walk around in public again without hiding, he figured there was an ulterior motive to his submission.
Now though, Derek is free. Well, mostly. He will always be on a feral watchlist, but it won’t tarnish his name or keep him from living life the way he wants to. And Adam thanks the gods that Derek wants to be here, to be with him, and Theo.
Despite everything, despite what Adam learned of Derek’s past, things are working out for the better. Derek is happy, even if exhausted, and he’s well enough to hold a job, though he’s not exactly looking for one right now. They’re both rather enjoying their time alone, together in their house, out of the way of prying eyes.
And Adam isn’t too ashamed to admit he’s been rather enjoying Derek’s insatiable appetite returning. They aren’t looking for another pup right now of course, but that doesn’t keep Derek from making Adam feel like a brand new man every single time they fuck.
Even now, Adam can’t help but think about the delicious ways Derek’s tongue explored his body last night, the sinful ways in which Derek made love to him in the dark. Adam’s mouth starts to water as he remembers just how good it tasted when Derek filled his mouth and throat. The desperation he felt when Derek clamped his fingers into the back of his hair, the sinful pink flush over Derek’s body as he came, the way his stomach muscles rolled and twitched with every spurt of cum down Adam’s throat.
Adam shakes his head, clearing his throat a little. If he isn’t careful, he’ll wake Theo and spoil all of Derek’s hard work to get him to sleep.
Derek huffs on the bed, a low purr coming from his chest as he lifts his head, squinting over at Adam.
“Everything ok?”
Adam just nods, too ashamed of his dirty mind to use his words just yet.
Derek nods, dropping his head back to the pillow.
“Are you hungry? It’s past time for lunch.”
Adam glances at the clock, surprised to see it’s already past noon. Theo isn’t exactly great at keeping to a schedule.
“I could eat. Don’t do anything too crazy though. A sandwich is fine.”
Derek takes a deep breath before pushing himself up off the bed, his hair sticking out in so many different directions Adam can’t help but chuckle.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he grumbles, getting up from the bed, his thin sleep pants doing nothing to hide his half hard cock. “I’ve looked worse.”
Adam snorts, thankful the sound doesn’t wake Theo.
“You have definitely looked worse. Though I still think you look adorable.”
Derek gives him a fake laugh, his eyes bright and playful. Derek puts hand on the back of the rocking chair and Adam gladly accepts the offered kiss.
“Whatever makes you happy,” he mumbles, placing one more kiss on Adam’s forehead. “Call if you need me. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Adam gives him a mock salute and Derek rolls his eyes, disappearing out the door.
Adam likes this Derek. The playful, loving, doting mate. But he can’t help but miss the Derek from before. Not that he would ever want Derek to go feral again of course. He just…misses the animalistic way Derek cared for him, even if it was a little barbaric. Derek won’t admit it, but going back to normal has been hard on him, and he’s struggling to pretend that he’s ok.
He’s had to suffer through his memories again, at least this time thankfully with help, and then he’s had to reconcile with the things he did while feral. Adam can see the pain in his eyes every now and then when he looks at Theo, the pain and guilt he feels for forcing himself onto Adam, on top of the pain he feels for the loss of his brother…it’s a lot. Adam can’t blame him. He’s not entirely sure he would have survived as long as Derek has.
A small noise comes from Theo and Adam sighs, looking down at the tiny bundle of his pup. Theo’s eyes are fluttering, a sure sign he’s about to wake up.
“Guess you’re right,” he mutters to himself. “Time to get up.”
Adam stands from the chair, groaning at the soreness in his lower back. Pregnancy had not been kind to his muscles.
“At least you slept for a few hours this time. Maybe you’ll even sleep for Papa tonight.”
He only says it in hopes that it’ll come true. Derek needs a break too.
Adam wanders into the kitchen, finding Derek plating a sandwich. Derek looks up as Adam walks in and gives him a smile.
“He decided to get up finally?”
“Unfortunately,” Adam grumbles, sidling up to Derek.
Derek chuckles and hands the plate to Adam.
“This should cheer you up. Ham and Turkey, heavy on the mayo. Your favorite.”
“Oh, I love you so much.”
Derek’s cheeks flush slightly and Adam watches in awe. It’s not the first time he’s said that, but…
“I love you too,” Derek answers, looking down at Adam fondly.
Adam has to force himself to breathe, so incredibly taken by the love and adoration written all over Derek’s face. They have a lot to work on, but maybe, just maybe, they can make this little life work.
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