Page 1 of Rescued By Four Alphas
Chapter 1 - Dahlia
"Four babies?" Emily nearly spits out her tea, her eyes wide as dinner plates. "You're having four actual babies at once?"
I laugh at her reaction and rub my barely showing belly.
"The ultrasound confirmed it last week. Four separate heartbeats." I take a sip of my herbal tea, as I've given up caffeine. "The doctor said it's unprecedented in medical literature. Multiple births happen with Omegas, but four is... exceptional."
Emily shakes her head in disbelief. "And they're all... I mean, how does that even work with the DNA? Are they from different fathers?"
"That's what makes this so fascinating from a scientific perspective." I lean forward. "Each baby shows markers from all four Alphas, but in different combinations and concentrations. It's like their DNA merged and redistributed across all four embryos."
"So, they're all the biological children of all four men? That's wild." Emily sets down her teacup. "And how are the proud papas handling the news?"
"They've built spreadsheets for everything from feeding schedules to college funds, bought every baby safety product on the market, and even started carving wooden cribs..." I pause, smiling at the memory.
Emily grins.
"That's adorable and totally on brand for each of them." She glances around my office, taking in the framed scientific journals featuring my research, the comfortable couch where I sometimes nap, and the multiple exits I insisted on during renovations.
"So, this is your life now, huh? Dr. Dahlia Baldwin, world-famous geneticist, is pregnant with quadruplets from her four Alpha mates. You couldn't make this shit up."
"Trust me, I still wake up some mornings and think I dreamed the whole thing." I adjust my position on the couch, my back already protesting despite my small bump. "Three months ago, I was just a scientist who lived for her lab work. Now I'm an Omega with four mates and four babies on the way."
"And you found the cure for the Crimson Plague," Emily adds. "Don't forget that minor accomplishment."
"Oh, that old thing?" I wave my hand dismissively, and we both burst into laughter.
Emily leans back, crosses her legs, and gives me a mischievous look.
"So... how exactly does this work? The whole four-mates situation? Do you have some sort of rotation system, or is it just a free-for-all?"
"We tried the free-for-all approach at first." I turn my head and try to hide my smile at the memory. "It was... intense. But not sustainable. We needed structure."
"So, you made a sex schedule?" Emily waggles her eyebrows. "That's so you."
"Not just sex!" I protest, though she's not entirely wrong. "We have a weekly rotation for one-on-one time. Each Alpha gets a dedicated date night where we focus just on our specific bond."
"And the other nights?"
"We have pack nights," I explain. "We all spend time together to build our connection as a unit. Sometimes that means dinner and a movie. Sometimes it means..."
"Wild pack orgies?" Emily supplies helpfully.
I throw a decorative pillow at her head, which she dodges easily. "I hate that term. But... yes, sometimes."
"Oh my god!" Emily bounces in her seat. "You have to tell me everything. And don't leave out a single dirty detail."
I hesitate, not because I'm embarrassed, Emily and I have shared everything since college, but because the bond I share with my Alphas feels sacred somehow.
"Come on," she pleads. "I'm living vicariously through you. My dating life consists of swiping right on guys who think a personality is listing their height and gym schedule."
"Fine." I relent with a sigh. "But this stays between us."
"Scout's honor." Emily mimes crossing her heart. "Now spill."
"The pregnancy hormones have made me... insatiable," I admit. "Especially during the first few weeks. I want them all the time, sometimes all at once."
"All four? At the same time?" Emily's jaw drops. "How does that even... I mean, logistically speaking..."
