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“Goddamn, that was hot,” Wilder muses before kissing Liv again.

“So hot,” I agree, pressing a kiss of my own to the back of her neck.

Olivia sighs, slumping over the back of the couch, well fucked and exhausted.

“Come on.” I groan as my softening dick slides out of his home. Then I scoop up our omega in my arms and carry her up the stairs to her nest.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than the flushed and blissful face of my mate. Or the cum that drips from her pussy. Settling down next to her, I gather the cum with my fingers and push it back inside of her. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I was going to fill her with my baby.

“Can’t waste this,” I whisper against her lips as I lean down and kiss the hell out of her. “Gonna put a baby in you.”

Liv’s beautiful brown eyes gaze up at me, searching my expression while she tries to decide if I’m being serious. She must find her answer, and the echo of it on my twin’s face, because a shy smile curves her lips as her cheeks flush a deeper pink.

“You promise?”

I don’t even care that I shouldn’t be making promises about something like this. There’s a sureness in my very bones that we’ll see her soft belly grow round with our baby sooner than later.

So I push more of my cum back inside her as Wilder settles in next to her and strokes her hair and hope fate doesn’t make me a liar.

“I promise, omega. You’re going to be the most beautiful pregnant woman. I can’t fucking wait.”

Chapter Forty

NINE MONTHS LATER

OLIVIA

“I feel like a beached whale.”

“You look beautiful. Really.” Verity, my sweet, lying sister-in-law pats my hand reassuringly as she sets a huge, icy glass of lemonade down in front of me. Our mates are spread throughout Henry and Verity’s backyard while they take turns manning the grill.

How many alphas and betas does it take to grill steak? Nine, apparently.

Verity’s expression is soft as she watches me rub my very large, very uncomfortable belly. “How are you feeling?”

“Ready to evict this little one. I know everyone says pregnancy is this magical experience, but that’s nothing more than propaganda used to convince otherwise logical and intelligent women to welcome an adorable, parasitic organism into their bodies. My internal organs have been pushed up into my rib cage, my lung capacity has decreased, my hips feel like I’m one misstep away from splitting in half, due to my ligaments loosening to prepare for childbirth, and my ankles look like over-filled water balloons.” As if to punctuate my rant, said adorable parasite aims a strong and perfectly placed kick to my ribs. I wince.

“Well, I, for one, am glad you decided to host my little niece or nephew. I can’t wait to be an aunt.” Her smile grows. “And watch you be a mom.”

There’s a beat of silence as my mind wanders to my own mother. We don’t have much of a relationship these days. We see her for the occasional holiday, but my mates and Henry’s pack always act as a buffer. Though I don’t expect we’ll ever be close, at least she’s stopped voicing her disappointment in me. It’s fine. I don’t need her. I have so many supportive people in my corner.

Still, sometimes I worry about what kind of mom I’ll be.

“You don’t think I’ll be like her, do you?” I ask in a small voice only loud enough for Verity to hear. “What if I’m terrible at being a mom?”

“Oh, sweetie, no.” Verity wraps her fingers around mine and squeezes. “You’re going to be such an amazing mom. You already love your little parasite so much. And you’re nothing like Marnie.”

I suck in a breath and will myself to believe her, but with every passing week, the fear becomes more difficult to ignore. It grows right along with my abdomen.

“Really, Liv. Your little one is going to be so incredibly lucky.”

“You think so?”

She nods. “I know so. So, so lucky.”

“Who’s lucky?” Liam leans down and presses a tender kiss to my temple before his hands find my shoulders and his fingers start working out my tension with the perfect amount of pressure. He chuckles when I groan in satisfaction.

“Your son or daughter,” Verity replies. “Because they’re going to have the best mom ever.”