OmegAlpha -The Wandering pack T2 ( Complet)

New direction

Morgan, who had been waiting against the wall of the corridor with his arms crossed, straightened up as soon as the door opened. The walls were soundproofed, so he hadn't heard anything. As soon as Shelley appeared, the blue-eyed Ulfark appeared briefly. Shelley looked down for a moment before smiling professionally.

Morgan was worried and the absence of facial expressions on the doctor's face boosted his stress to its peak. As did the neutral "He wants to talk to you."

Morgan entered. Galen, still shirtless, had a flushed face and red eyes. Morgan held back a tremor of terror. If Galen died... As soon as Galen saw him, the tears started rolling down his cheeks again. Morgan rushed over and took his face in his hands. His eyes were cyan blue.

"What's going on, Galen? Why are you crying?"

He wiped the tears away with his thumbs, searching his eyes. Galen closed them for a moment to take a deep breath.

"Morgan... I..."

"What, Sweetheart?"

At a loss for words, Galen took Morgan's hand and placed it over the mark of belonging on his heart. Morgan let him, brushing his fingertips over the hollows and bumps embedded in his Mate's skin like a jewel. Galen guided Morgan's hand down his torso. Morgan watched his hand caress his beloved skin. He now knew every mark, every mole, every scar... Galen placed Morgan's hand on his stomach and squeezed. Morgan's heart was beating wildly as he looked up at his Mate. He vacillated between hope and despair. Was Galen telling him that he would never be able to have a baby? It didn't matter, as long as he stayed close to his Mate.

"Morgan, look at me."

Morgan took his eyes off his hand and looked up into Galen's face. He was smiling through his tears and pressing his hand to his stomach. Galen continued.

"Show me the Beast, please."

Morgan didn't hesitate. He blinked and his irises turned blue again. Galen smiled.

"You knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes, I knew."

The Beast's voice was as low and gravelly as ever. Galen continued.

"You did it, didn't you?"

"Yes. Me and Morgan."

"Because you wanted to?"

"Yes. Me and Morgan."

"And Shh?"

"Shh too. Mate. And you too."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"You wouldn't listen."

Galen sighed and stroked the Beast's cheek.

"Thank you, Beast."

Morgan turned his head and bit his hand; "Mate. My life."

Galen smiled as his eyes turned brown again. Morgan frowned.

"I... I'm afraid I don't understand, Galen."

Galen moved closer to him and kissed his lips before saying, "We're going to have a family. You and I... I'm three weeks pregnant."

Morgan's legs gave way and Galen had just enough time to hold him back and sit him down on the chair. Morgan looked at him, totally lost. Galen smiled at him and squeezed his belly.

"Yes, my Wolf. Little ones just for us."

Morgan put his hand over his eyes to hide them, while Galen could smell the salt. He took Morgan's head between his arms and drew him against his stomach, curling around him as if to protect him. Morgan put his arms around Galen's hips and squeezed. He squeezed so hard that Galen thought he was going to break. Galen pressed his mouth to his hair as Morgan's breathing became erratic and his hands opened and closed. Then Morgan stepped aside. His eyes and nose were red and tears were beading on his eyelashes. Galen had never found him more beautiful. With all the care in the world Morgan put his hands on Galen's stomach and kissed him just above the navel. Galen smiled. So did Morgan. He gently caressed the belly and put his nose to the skin, breathing in Galen's scent. His mouth brushed against the skin as he murmured a "Hello."