Page 36 of The First Alpha on the Planet
Roan paced their bedroom with huffs of frustration, arms folded over his chest. The jutting weight of his belly protruded above the cloth of his covering, firm and defiant, much like he was. I couldn’t hide the smile and inviting curl of my tail. His slanted gaze narrowed at the gesture, but as much as his attitude sucked, his tail told me all I needed to know. I loved cracking that pissy exterior.
“When is this stupid lockdown going to end? We’ve had every single seam of this place checked twice, scanned daily, and we already knowI’m immune to Colthraxian parasitism.” Roan groaned, his gait uneven, more so than the day before.
“Once they figure out how many crazy-ass Colthraxians we have running about unchecked.” I waved a hand dismissively before standing and corralling Roan back to our bed. One that he’d tirelessly rearranged the blankets and cushions on a dozen times in the last day or so.
“That could be forever! I need to find a new crew, pack things, and determine a plan of action. I have almostnoclothes that fit me even withoutthis.” He gestured at his belly frantically. “And I’ve not seen Noel’s egg or Fel’s egg.”
“You’ve seen the egg. Robard and Kris are snuggled in with him and it so protectively. That child is going to be spoiled rotten!” I shook my head in genuine amusement.
“But I’ve notseenFel’s egg.” Healmostwhined, and the amusement I fought to keep off my face showed in a flick of my tail.
“Jackass.” He huffed and continued pacing, stooping with a grumble. “And myeverythingdown there burns, and I’m toofull, and I keep getting these sharp stabbing pains. I don’t need the stress.”
“You need to hurry up and have our eggs.” I shrugged, excitement bubbling in my chest as he valiantly overlooked every symptom of labor.
“I can’t just make it happen like that!” He self-consciously rubbed the side of his stomach and winced, giving me a filthy glare.
“I have no doubt that if you truly wanted to, you could will it so. You’re determined.” I stood and drew him back to our bed, nestling him into the indentation of cushions and covers. With soft kisses, I pacified him into a lull of complacency that ended with a hiss of discomfort and a soft whimper that he choked off the end of a breath.
“Your flattery will get you nowhere, sir.” Roan leaned into my side and took a deep breath before rubbing his face into my chest and neck, something I often saw Noel and Vil do, not scent marking but venom, protecting me in his own way.
I worshiped the scar on his neck where I’d marked him as my own and relished his little muted whimper.
“Stop! You have me squirming away here like some mewling kitten.” He huffed.
“I’m trying to distract you. You’re tetchier than Doc was when he went into labor. At least he surrendered to it. You’re just fighting it.”
“I am not. I’m just uncomfortable!” Roan elbowed me with a thudding jab before shrieking and scooting up the bed to plant his back against the headboard with a fierce gasp of sensation. “Holy fucking cock-sucking Revulon wood chipper nuts!”
Mentally, I filed that particular expulsion away for another day and reached for his belly as he gripped a hand over his groin. “Roan?”
“Nothing!”
“Doc and Noel bitched a lot about their layings, and I listened to the same speech that Doc gave you about the birth. Now, did your cock shoot back up inside you?” I gave him what I hoped was my best blank stare and earned a reserved nod.
“I didn’t think it’d actually feel like that!” Roan shuddered visibly. “Fuck!”
I followed his lead as he struggled to remove his undergarments and clothing, what little of it omegas wore, legs spread as if his very core wanted to split open. “Can I call Doc?”
Roan gave me a dirty look before a churlish nod. “Tish, call Doc and tell him to come.”
Roan’s brow twisted as Tish beeped in acknowledgement, and I pursed my lips. Merriel was rubbing off on her.
“What the fuck is that?” Roan half whispered as he stared at the flowing ceiling.
“Something Merriel does not to interrupt convos; means he heard you and is on it.” I shrugged, and he nodded with a softhuhnoise.
A second later, a call came in, and I threw a blanket over Roan’s lap before the feed opened and Doc popped up before us. “On my way. Fel can’t come. He’s gone alittle bit feral. Something about Noel being an omega’s dominant pattern makes them less hissy.”
“Good to know.” I saluted Doc and earned a toothy grin. “Who is coming with you?”
“Zurok. He was so busy with the scouring that he hasn’t gotten a chance to witness or train on a birth. Roan’s is the only twin this round, so we don’t know what to expect.” Doc’s hand waved me off.
“And the pain relief?” Roan gritted the words out as if it was far more painful to ask for the reprieve than to deal with the birthing pain naturally.
“Of course. On it.” Doc milled around in his video while two feral little ones ran wild in the background. “And Vil told me to give this to you, Roan.”
The exasperation in his voice trailed off as he held up his middle finger and Roan hissed and grumbled.
