Page 94 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Istare at my naked reflection in the tall bedroom mirror, twisting and turning to admire my now eight-and-a-half-month pregnant belly.

I’m huge, my belly protruding almost obscenely from my body, but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

I’m excited to meet my sweet babies, due any day now.

The doctor was surprised that I’ve carried to nearly full term. He had strongly advised against it, but I can’t exactly tell him that werewolves are built differently and that omega bodies are designed to carry our offspring full term for the best chance at life.

I wince when one of the pups kicks at my ribs.

“Ouch,” I murmur, pressing my hand over my stomach. “Mind your manners, little one. That hurt.”

“Everything okay in here?”

I perk up at the sound of Damon’s voice and turn to see him standing in the doorway of our bedroom, a broad smile on his face, fully recovered and alive after his major surgery.

“Just the babies acting up again,” I say, giggling as he leans down and cups my face tenderly for a kiss. Our tongues tangle as he groans in desire.

I’m grateful that he’s home alive and well. Zorin may be dead, but the damage he inflicted on Damon with his dagger took months to heal. The silver in the dagger caused blood poisoning, severely compromising his healing time.

The only reminder of that terrifying period in our lives is a thick scar on Damon’s side.

It reminds me of the one Zorin gave me, and through a wild twist of fate, it has made Damon and me even more connected.

“Okay, we should stop,” Damon says, pulling away and adjusting the front of his pants. I can see the bulge of his cock pressing against the zipper of his shorts and eye it hungrily. “Baby doll, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’ll never get to the surprise.”

“What surprise? The only surprise I need is your knot,” I moan, grabbing the front of his shirt and pressing my naked body against him.

“Put on some clothes, little omega,” he growls, trying to maintain a stern expression. “And then I promise you will have my knot after the surprise.”

“Fine,” I mutter, frustrated by the throbbing in my pussy as I hurriedly slip into a red flowery dress that stops just above my knees.

“Fuck, you look even more delicious in that,” Damon says, eyeing me as he takes my hand to lead me out of the house.

After Zorin snuck in through a hole in the fence, Gunnar increased security around the property tenfold. He wanted to ensure that nothing like that would happen again, especially with the threat of Aleks and Raul’s revenge still looming. We still don’t know exactly where they are, which makes me anxious.

The backyard is adorned with lounge chairs and a table overflowing with food. Max stands at the barbecue, the smell of grilling meat filling the air. Gunnar lounges in one of the chairs, his shirt off, soaking in the afternoon sun.

The sight warms my heart; all my alphas are relaxed and happy at home.

“This is for you,” Damon says, hugging me from behind. “We figured this might be one of the last times it’s just the four of us together before you have the babies, so we wanted to throw a little barbecue to celebrate you.”

Tears well in my eyes at the sweet gesture even though it’s just a damn barbeque. I’m much more emotional than usual these days, but my alphas have grown accustomed to it.

“I love it, and I love you all,” I choke out, kissing each of them in turn.

* * *

I settleinto one of the lounge chairs to enjoy the relaxing afternoon.

Damon and Max are in the garden, casually tossing a football to each other while Gunnar oversees the rest of the cooking. Occasionally, he joins in, and the three race around the garden, laughing and joking as they pretend to tackle each other for the ball. Watching them makes me smile. They would make great fathers to our pups.

“I’ll feed you,” says Gunnar, bringing over a plate piled high with barbecue meat and pulling me onto his lap with his other hand.

“I feel like I’m squashing you,” I say, rubbing my belly.

“What if Iwantto be squashed by you?” he whispers, offering me a slice of the tender meat.

“Mhm,” I moan as I savor the delicious flavor of the lamb. “Whoever marinated this did a great job.”

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