Page 112 of His Bonded Omega Mate
The wolf believed he could not protect his family in his wolf form. Xavier had stepped in, almost taking a bite out of Roan’s ear to show that the wolf was still quick, still agile.
My lion, while concerned about the brief fight’s proximity to the egg, understood the message that Pops was trying to impart to his son. When the older wolf took over from Roan, the younger wolf rested his head against his father’s in thanks.
A calm settled over the house as we all got ready for what was to come.
Hot and Bothered
Hiroshi
“Nowthatyourduedate is only two weeks away, I think it is safe for you to resume your usual daily routine. You can heal some patients if you want to return to the clinic, and of course, you can have penetrative sex again. Just tell your mates to be gentle, won’t you?” James winked at me, and Aldrin laughed at his mate.
“Yas! Okay, bye!” I got up carefully, my massive stomach impeding my progress.
James laughed. “Where’s the fire?”
“I have a mate that owes me some lovin’,” I joked. Roan was on a call in the waiting room waiting with Larken. Even with the council gone, most of the traitors weeded out, we still didn’t walk anywhere alone.
My mate’s guilt at missing my appointment was eating at him. More and more I was worrying about him sinking into a depression. The first few days after the incident that I liked to forget about, he had been fine. He’d seemed to accept what had happened with grace beyond his years. I was in awe of how he was coping and didn’t begrudge him feeling badly. I just wanted to support him if I could.
Then he suddenly seemed to be upset more often than he was happy. He avoided shifting and became irritated easily when he struggled with things he could do easily before. I understood. I was worried about his mental health.
I’d asked around and found a witch that was a therapist. They had counseled me that a season of depression was common even after initial acceptance, as the reality hit. He was doing so well, but it was only natural that he mourned for his old life.
“Here,” Aldrin jumped up to help me out of the door. “Call us as soon as those babies want to come.”
I nodded, “of course.”
Roan got to his feet and ended his call quickly when I entered the waiting room. Larken was reading something on his phone, attempting to give us a moment.
“They have given us the green light!” I said. I would have been bouncing on my feet had I not weighed the same as a hippo, and my ankles weren’t swollen. “Can we go home now?”
My mate gave me a pinched smile. “Yeah, let’s go home.”
Alpha Blake had bought golf buggies for driving around the compound now that the hell-spice cider was in production and the pack wasn’t paying tithes to the council. The witch-demon, Cody, might have used some magic to speed things along once they completed the recipe. I was jealous of witches and their powers sometimes. Not that healing wasn’t great, it was, but I wanted to be more useful to my pack.
Lark drove us home, and I sighed with relief to be off my feet. Roan could have driven. It was possible to steer over the paths with one hand and very little traffic in our part of the compound.
Soon, the house came into view. Roan remained quiet. His part of the bond was locked down tight. When we got into the house, I was taking him to our room and we were talking this out. He should have been as excited as me. I was well enough that the babies were safe enough if we had sex.
I’d missed the feeling of my mate filling me, of him knotting me, and I needed that before these babies made an appearance and upended our lives.
I couldn’t wait for them to join our family properly. I wanted to see what they looked like, Roan with his dark chocolate skin, Tate pale and creamy. Our babies were going to be super cute if they took on my mates’ characteristics. Hell, if they looked like me, then I knew they’d be pretty. I knew what I looked like. I was a prize!
Roan’s sullen behavior was due to his arm. I knew that. I guessed maybe he thought I’d see him differently now that he was disabled, but I didn’t. If anything, I loved him more. Desired him more because of what he’d done.
How could I not want a man that had risked his life to save my other mate? It was a sign of his strength that he was even with us at all. A lesser shifter would have died from those injuries while Asher came to rescue me. I might have used all the power I could to heal him, but he had held on until I could.
Larken went into the kitchen when we entered the house. I took Roan’s hand, the same arm that he couldn’t use to show it did not repel me, and pulled him behind me up the stairs.
Asher and Tate, both in animal forms curled around their large egg, woke from a doze when we entered. “I can have sex and I’m going to if my mate is willing. You can watch.” I really didn’t mind if they were there.
Roan made a noise of protest.
“Which part do you object to? The sex or them watching?” I tilted my head and examined his response.
“Both?” Roan answered it like it was a question.
“Why?”
