Page 74 of The Feral Alpha

He looked down at Olson’s still-flat abdomen, pawing at it. It seemed so impossible that there was a baby in there.

“How... How know? No round.”

“How do I know I’m pregnant? My scent changed,” Olson murmured. “I smell sweeter, don’t I? Like honey.”

Rex nodded. So that was what had caused Olson’s sweet scent.

“And the fatigue. Tiredness,” Olson said. “I’ll also feel like vomiting sometimes, because of the pregnancy hormones. So chances are, I’m not sick if I’m sleeping, okay? Just pregnant.”

Pregnant.

His omega.

Rex stared at Olson’s belly, trying to imagine a baby in there. “No big.”

“It’ll be round in a few months,” Olson murmured. “Human pregnancies are nine months. Right now we’re just a couple weeks in.”

Rex rubbed Olson’s abdomen, awed at the life in there. Proud that he’d put his claim inside his omega. That Olson wanted his baby, that Olson wanted Rex as his alpha. “Olson... Olson good dad.”

Olson’s lower lip wobbled. He leaned into Rex, just breathing. “I’m not even a dad yet. We are not even dads yet.”

But the thought of being dads with Olson... that gave Rex a good feeling, too.

“Olson want... want I... be dad?” Rex’s breath hitched.

“Yes. I want you to be dads with me.” Olson’s mouth curved into a beautiful smile. “But the right way to say that is ‘want me’, not ‘want I’. Like this: Do you want me to be dads with you?”

“Want... want me.” Rex nodded and rubbed Olson’s thigh. “Home now?”

Olson gave a fond sigh. “Let me see what you’ve done with my bar, and then we’ll go home.”

Rex scooped Olson into his arms, bringing him out of the office. Some of Olson’s staff whistled at them.

Emmy and Aaren hurried up with bright smiles. “We got Maria covering for you tonight, Big O,” Emmy said.

“Go home and rest with your alpha,” Aaren said.

“Here are more butt blessings!” Emmy stuffed some dick drawings into Olson’s hand, too.

“Emmy!” Olson groaned and laughed weakly.

“They work. You know they work,” Emmy whispered loudly.

“Don’t give them out to all the customers,” Olson warned.

Emmy’s eyes widened like it hadn’t occurred to him. “You’re a genius!”

“No,” Olson said firmly. “I’m going to tell Landon to make sure you don’t.”

“Landy will understand,” Emmy whined. “Everybody needs butt blessings all the time!”

“Then they can buy them from you, instead of you giving them out,” Olson said. “But no selling them in the Wine Shack, either.”

Emmy pouted. “What about outside?”

“I’m not paying you to set up a stand outside.” Olson made Rex set him on his feet. He leaned heavily against Rex as they moved around, checking on various things at the bar. Finally, he decided that he could leave the Wine Shack running, and it wouldn’t fall apart without him.

Emmy intercepted them at the back door. “What if I split the profits with you?”

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