Page 98 of Ruined Omega

Though I’m a little ashamed to say it, when I first started showing signs of pregnancy, I was concerned that my three guys might become less attracted to me.

But in fact, nothing could be farther from the truth.

The only noticeable difference was the roughness of their lovemaking. Over the past months, they have gradually toned that down, probably out of an instinct to protect the litter of babies who have taken up residence in my expansive womb. But while my Alphas have curbed the raw animal violence of their mating, they have more than made up for it in terms of frequency. It’s as if the signs of my fertility—my rounded belly and my matching breasts—have only served to make them even hornier than before. I never would have thought it possible, but it is.

And on top of that, whenever we have ventured out into public, the three of them have positively beamed with pride, eager to show off my fertility to every single member of the tribe as I have waddled along in their midst.

But my waddling days are over.

The time has finally come.

My Alphas are around me, supporting me as always. Tal is positioned behind me. For several hours, he’s been firmly rubbing the tense knots out of my lower back. Now that I’m in labor, he is acting like a kind of recliner for my upper body, which is leaned back into his lap inside the nest. He is stroking my sweat-beaded forehead in an oddly soothing way. Baen and Canaris are on either side of me, offering me their hands, which I am doing my level best to pulverize in my crushing grip each time another shooting contraction racks my body.

Outwardly, the three of them are calm, supportive, strong. My dependable, steadfast Alpha mates. But our bond is stronger now, and they cannot conceal their emotions from me. They are worried sick about me, I can tell. It hurts them to see their omega in pain.

But somehow, I know everything will be alright.

With my Alphas by my side, how could it not be?

And I remember Seraph’s promise that no harm would come to me.

It’s not going to be easy, though. I steel my nerves in preparation for the painful experience that I know is coming. Another, even more severe contraction cramps my insides and pain scorches through my body.

“Urgh!”

An animal sound, half scream, half grunt, rattles out of my throat. The contractions are coming now in rapid succession, with hardly any break between. The babies seem to have shifted inside me.

It’s been a full twenty-four hours since the contractions started.

About half that since my water broke.

Now, a sudden heavy feeling inside my lower abdomen tells me that the moment is finally here. It feels like my cervix is fully dilated now, and the first baby has begun dropping through. It is starting to shove through my birth canal.

Lily’s head, which has been concealed behind the pink hill of my huge belly, now pops back into view.

“The first one is coming,” she says.

I nod that I understand. More contractions hit me, but now they feel slightly diminished. The pressure of the emerging baby is intense. The muscles of my pelvic floor ache and cramp with exertion. The instinctive urge to push is overwhelming.

“You’re doing great,” she says. “Just keep pushing and remember to breathe.”

She disappears again behind the curve of my tummy.

“You’re doing great,” Tal repeats.

His upper body is curved over me, and for a moment, I look up into his upside-down face. Then more contractions strike, I wince my eyes shut, and I push, using the breathing techniques that I’ve been practicing for the past few months.

I feel the solid lump of the baby moving lower.

“Oh fuck!” I scream.

“The baby is crowning!” Lily’s voice sounds distant, even though she’s right down between my legs.

My opening stretches as the baby emerges from my body. I grunt through my teeth like a wounded animal. Hot tears of pain leak from my eyes and stream down my burning cheeks.

“Breathe,” Tal purrs above me. “Breathe…”

“I am fucking breathing!” I snap viciously.