Page 136 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Molly,” my mom says, “let the man speak.”
“Sorry,” she says.
“She loves it,” I say. I squeeze my sister’s shoulder. “Thank you, Molly, for all your help with it.”
“I didn’t do much, it was all you guys really.”
“So she likes the nest.” My mom inspects the inane smile still pinned to my face. “And …”
“She wants to give things a try … with us … with the pack … with me.”
“Of course, she does,” my mom says. “That girl’s crazy about the lot of you.”
“She’s definitely crazy,” Molly mutters and I pinch her arm. “Hey, is that anyway to treat the future aunt of your children?”
“Woah, I said ‘willing to give things a try’. No babies. No bonding. No wedding bells.”
“Yet,” Molly says. “Yet.”
I can’t help smiling even wider, my cheeks straining, because who am I kidding, that’s where I’m hoping this is all headed. I want her for our pack. I want her as our bonded mate. I want to make our pack a family. Babies and puppies and all that shit too.
“I’m happy for you,” my mom says, reaching out to take my hands in hers. “Happy for you, Angel and the others. I always knew you needed the right omega to bring you all together.” She squeezes my hands and turns to my sister. “Now if we can just find a good pack for your sister …”
My sister sticks out her tongue. “Who says I’m looking for good men, Mom?”
“Me,” I say, “I am.”
“She’s incorrigible. Do you know what your sister arranged for her last heat?” my mom says with a frown.
I snatch my hands from hers and cover my ears. “No, no I don’t and I do not want to know, thank you.”
My mom harrumphs. “You can’t be squeamish about these things, Axel, not when you’re going to have an omega to look after. Especially one who’s so inexperienced and won’t know for a while what she needs and what she wants.”
“Eww, I don’t want to hear about that either.” Molly mimes gagging.
I glance up to the ceiling, then back down to my sister and my mom. “Actually, that is something I could use your advice about.”
“Yes?”
“Bea’s hormones are still all over the show. She only had her heat a week or so ago, yet today, for a minute, we thought she was going into heat again. It doesn’t seem right.”
“My hormones were a mess for the first couple of months after presenting,” Molly says. “I was up and down like a yoyo.”
“True,” my mom says, “but it would probably be best to get her checked out by the doctor.”
I frown. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to convince her to see another doctor again in her lifetime.”
“She’s going to have to for her blocker and suppressant prescription,” Molly points out.
“Why don’t you take her to see Dr. Clive?”
“Dr. Clive?” I say with a groan. The man must be in his eighties by now. He’s been our family doctor since we were kids.
“He may not be a specialist but he can write out a prescription for Bea and check she’s okay. Plus, more importantly, you can trust him.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s not such a bad idea.” Dr. Clive went above and beyond to find my mom a diagnosis and then some kind of treatment. He was about the only doctor who actually seemed to care about doing so.
“Of course, it’s not a bad idea,” my mom says. “Call him tomorrow.”
