Author's Note: I was remiss in not originally putting a note here, and I do apologize. The end portion of this chapter delves into mention of suicide. If that is a trigger for you and will upset you, please read with caution. If you wish to skip any mentions of suicide, stop reading at the paragraph that begins with the line: Last one," Ryan glanced up from his checklist and searched his brother's equally brown eyes.
The Alpha sat on his private deck with a shit-eating grin on his face. He had done it again: he had mated another she-wolf and gotten her with pup on his first try. That feeling of triumph and elation? It never got old. He felt like the fucking king of the jungle as he stared across the table at his Beta, who had a very similar expression on his face. Chris looked pleased. "She's with pup?"
"She's with pup," Ryan grinned joyously. "We're having a pup!"
"Congratulations, man," his brother high-fived him and the two men sat in celebratory silence. The peace lasted for a span of twenty minutes or so, as they both stared off into the blue sky and dreamt of their individual futures. Ryan had longed for such a lengthy time to be a father, to have pups of his own, that the idea that this was finally happening was overwhelming and he wanted to scream from the rooftops. His sibling, who already had two pups to call his own, along with several bastards, was overjoyed, but it was a controlled thing; a high that could only be dampened by familiarity.
Clearing his throat, the Beta disturbed the endless silence. "Rain has already been to see Rick."
Chris sipped from a glass of water. "She and the pup are well?"
Ryan nodded. "Rick had examined her a few weeks back and given us the all-clear to have sex again. He cautioned her to take it slow and we have – Christopher is three months now." After saying this aloud, he realized this was hardly any time at all and he shrugged. "Rick is still a bit cautious about her care as she's recently given birth, but what's done is done. He says that they are both well and that she will just have to be extra cautious of not overexerting herself in these early months of pregnancy."
"She's still nursing," the Alpha observed with a frown. "Does that mean anything for Christopher or the new pup?"
Ryan shrugged. "Damned if I know."
The two brothers laughed at this, and Chris leaned back in his seat to gaze peacefully up at the sky. "Ophelia is terrified. When I smelled the pup on her and gave her the news, she sobbed for hours. Once I got her calmed and bundled her back into our bed, she informed me that we won't be having sex ever again."
"Ouch," Ryan snorted. "Congratulations, Alpha! You had your mate once and it's already over! Isn't that what humans say of marriage, that it kills the sex drive?"
Chris laughed. "There is no way that that little wolf is going to hold herself to those words."
"If she does, you're fucked!" his brother laughed. "Or, well, wait, no, you're not fucked!"
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Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
