Page 88 of His Temporary Alpha Mate
I’m stuck as a raccoon and the babies are coming!
“Fuck!” Larken stopped just outside the nest. “Chase, call Michaella, Aldrin, whoever you need to. The babies are coming now.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shift and help Dalton with his pain. Try to hold the babies back until we get medical help.”
“Okay!” Chase got his phone out and started his calls as Larken stripped off and shifted.
My greedy animal stole his clothes for the nest, padding the sides of it with the still warm fabric, which smelled heavenly.
Larken ducked to get eye to eye with my raccoon.You will listen,he urged with a little power behind the words.Finish the nest. The babies have to stay until Michaella comes.
We nodded our furry little head.Babies stay.
Good. Chase? What’s the ETA?
“Not good news, I’m afraid. They want us to go to them. They’ve got incubators set up, ready for the babies. We have to try to move Dalton.”
Fuck!Larken’s mental voice took on an edge of panic.
“Right? Roan and Kade are on their way. Between them they’ll carry the nest if you let me pick up Dalton.”
Larken let out an eerie echoing hiss noise, voicing his displeasure.
“It’s either that or you shift and carry him. He can’t go on your back, it isn’t safe.”
Check Chase being all reasonable when things were going to shit! We very much did not want to move, thank you. We were concentrating on keeping the babies inside my furry body.
With a final hiss, Larken gave his permission.
Roan and Kade arrived and began dismantling the nest, folding things hurriedly, making my animal rage inside. The man part didn’t like it all that much either. Our nest had been perfect!
Chase neared us to pick us up as the others left with our pretty nest. No one had asked my alter about either of these things, so they, rightly, took offense. They used their little hand-like paws to bat Chase away when he tried to reach for us. We let out a bark of warning.
Don’t!my alter tried to say to Chase. He didn’t have that connection to hear them and I was too far back.
Dude, you better explain. They are scared. Dalton’s too far under.My mate was our voice.
“Okay, Trash Panda Boss, you need to come make a special nest for those ultra special babies. Can I carry you there to keep everyone safe? I will run as fast as I can.”
Appeased, especially at the new title, they rushed towards Chase and let him pick us up.
“I’m taking a photo for my lock screen!” Chase whipped out his phone, snapped a shot and then ran like the hounds of hell were chasing him.
Close. Larken was, and man was he pissed!
Hold him properly. You fall and you better break something before you harm him!
He followed us, practically breathing down Chase’s neck until we reached the clinic.
After that, it was a blur of activity. Chase, Roan, and Kade reconstructed the nest while Larken kept his hold on my contractions. It hurt to keep them back and we couldn’t help the little chittering noises we made to tell him about our pain.
The nest completed, our friends stood back to let us inspect it. Kade had ensured they’d done it almost perfectly. All it took was a little adjustment and it was done.
I settled down into the nest with my alpha and waited for the signal to let the babies come.
Michaella checked me over. “You’re ready. We think the babies will be fine, small, but okay. We’ve got the incubators ready just in case. Hiroshi and Grady are outside to offer any extra healing you or they need, alright?”
