Page 30 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
“Aiden?”
I quickly scoot up the bed, bringing our egg with me so Brock can see. He gives me a sleepy smile, resting a hand on the side of the egg.
“You did it,” I say softly, caressing his cheek. “I’m so proud of you. Look at what you made.”
“We made,” he corrects.
I snort. “You did all the heavy lifting, sweetheart.”
He finally cracks a smile, his gray eyes darting up towards me. “Damn right I did. I think I deserve breakfast in bed for the next six months after that.”
“Anything you want,” I tell him right away, affection overwhelming me. “I love you so godsdamn much, Brock. Thank you for choosing me as your alpha.”
“Like anyone else could handle me.” He shakes his head, petting our egg. “I love you too, Aiden. I’m so glad we’re in this together. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”
I slide my fingers over our egg until my hand rests against Brock’s. I lean over, placing a soft kiss against his lips. Warmth surges through me at the gentle touch.
“You stay here. I’m gonna go get some towels to clean you both up, okay?”
“I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to,” he replies with a tired huff that leaves me grinning. My sassy mate. My fiery omega. “Honestly, I think I’ll be lucky if I can walk without a limp within the next week.”
He’s brash and loud and perfect. I wouldn’t have him any other way because he’smine. I give him one more kiss before getting up and darting to the bathroom for supplies. I take care of him, washing him and our egg, before getting both of us comfortable in bed with our egg between us. I fall asleep with our hands laced together on the shell of our baby, more content than I thought possible.
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Brock
I tie the cloth around me before carefully tucking Mister Scramble against my chest. It might be a bit morbid to call the egg that contains my child Scramble but it makes me giggle every time I think about it so I’m not sorry. Hopefully the lil babe in here inherits my sense of humor.
“All good?”
I nod my head and take Aiden’s hand into my own, stepping outside our home. The sun is just rising and the temperature is perfect for a morning walk, crisp yet warm. The neighborhood is still sleeping as we begin our morning routine.
Aiden explained that he loves starting his day with a morning run. I loved the idea but I hate running, so occasionally, I wake up early enough to walk with him around our territory. I get why he loves doing this so much. We get to check everything out, make sure there are no weird scents on the air, and just take everything in.
It’s a daily reminder of why Aiden is the pack alpha. He takes all of this so seriously, wanting to make sure everything is safe and sound. He wants to make sure the land is properly taken care of. He’s an alpha worthy of following, not only on a personal level but also in the broader sense. I’ve never had an alpha like this before. As a dragon, of course we had our alpha father but we weren’t part of a pack, we weren’t part of a hoard. We just were.
It’s only been a few months since I moved in here, but already I can’t imagine being anywhere else. Of course, I love being with Aiden and I adore having him as my alpha, but it’s more than that. It’s thisplace.
Having this community is wonderful and I wonder why more shifters don’t congregate like this. Maybe it’s the difference in species? Or maybe it’s the fact that dragon shifters are practically extinct. Either way, I’m happy to be here now.
I run my fingers over Mister Scramble’s shell, feeling the warmth of it beneath my fingers. I’m so glad that this baby is going to be born into a pack, surrounded by people who love them and are ready to take care of them if anything were to happen to me and Aiden. This community means so much to me. I feel so loved and accepted. And in return, my cup overflows in a way that allows me to love and accept everyone else around me.
It’s beautiful.
“What’s on your mind?” Aiden asks softly, squeezing my hand. “You seem deep in thought this morning.”
“Just thinking about all of this,” I say, using my free hand to sweep across our surroundings. “Can a community be considered a hoard? Because I’m starting to have weird instincts to hoard everyone here.”
Aiden chuckles softly, the sound warming my insides. Affection spreads through my entire body.
“I’m not a dragon so I can’t say, but it sounds sort of the way I feel when I think about the pack. I want to protect them and do everything in my power to make them flourish.”
“Yes! Exactly! But I also want to shield them away. I want them to know they’re treasured. I want to shine them up and place them on a shelf high up where they can’t get hurt. But at the same time, I want the pack to have wide open doors so anyone can come in and let me collect them too.”
Aiden shakes his head, looking down at me with warm eyes. He brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I’m so thankful I found you. You’re the perfect addition to this pack. You’re making such a wonderful pack omega, Brock.”
I feel my cheeks heat without my permission. Is that what this feeling is? Me accepting my role as pack omega? I’ve never seen myself as the warm and fuzzy type, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe what this pack needs is a feisty, fiery dragon to push them to be the best they can be. A dragon to hoard them within his heart.
