Author's Note: It's Wednesday, so why not update? Also, I'm feeling lucky: I've never been able to get Wattpad to allow me to post two of the tribal wolf graphics in one chapter, and today I got THREE! Alright, all joking aside, I feel that I should provide a warning on this chapter: there's another birth but I don't get too graphic. Still, if this is not your thing, you will know when to stop reading below and then you can wait for the next chapter.
Rain was exhausted and annoyed, her entire body sore as she sat in a stiff-backed chair and fidgeted uncomfortably. First she had accidentally managed to kick her flip-flops across the room, then she had somehow torn the hem of her stupid dress. Literally, it was the only clothing that still fit her now that she was the size of a wooly mammoth. She was trying to be her usual compassionate and patient self, but today was just not shaping up to be a good day.
Ophelia was pointing at her pup, who was fast asleep in his crib, and grimacing. "I don't want to touch it."
"Fuck Phee," the other she-wolf rasped as she fought to sit up straighter. "You can't breastfeed him if you don't touch him."
The Luna's eyes grew wide as she stared at Rain. "Are you okay?"
Rain fell back into the large chair and began sobbing. "No, I'm not okay. I'm more than a week overdue. I feel like a blue whale, none of my clothing fits me." She panted for breath as she added: "Everything fucking hurts and my nipples feel like they're going to crack."
"Wow," the younger she-wolf snorted. "Why don't you just have the thing then?"
Rain felt the scream reach the tip of her tongue and she reeled it back in as quickly as she could. Her situation was not Ophelia's fault — it was her worthless, piece of shit, horny ass mate's fault — and she was fighting to remember that. Exhausted, annoyed, and in pain, she sunk back into the chair and let her chin crash onto her chest. "I'm sorry, Phee, but I'm not myself. Sadly, I don't think I'm going to be until this pup is finally," she over-emphasized this word, "born. Please goddess let that be today!"
Sensing a chance to gossip, the Luna tossed herself down onto her bed and made a series of frustrated noises. "So, like, I don't have to let it suck on my tits today, right?"
"Are you using the breast pump?" Rain groaned as she rubbed a circle across her abdomen and fought back an acidic belch.
"The thing that looks like an airhorn? Uh, yeah. It feels super weird but my titties feel lighter after it sucks me dry," she explained.
Biting her tongue and continuing to try to let everything wash right over her without a reaction, Rain sighed. "Then yeah, we can try again another day."
"Cool," Ophelia giggled. "Cee will be here in a little while and we're going to have a 'Scary Movie' marathon. Want to stay? We're going to have popcorn and she might suck your tits if you ask her nicely."
Rain was sure that the look pressed across her face had to be comedic. "No, thank you. I want to get home to Ryan. I am praying to the goddess that this pup decides to join us today because I'm over being pregnant." She paused and then smiled. "Speaking of, how are feeling? You seem to have recovered quickly from your first birth, which is wonderful."
"Oh, I'm good now," the Luna's entire face lit up. "And I will never ever have another pup. Ever. Never."
Choosing not to get into that debate, Rain forced another smile. "Please don't take this the wrong way, Ophelia, but I'm a little surprised that you are still so close with Crimson after what happened during your labor and delivery." She hedged the question, curious if she could find out anything more than the Alpha seemed to know.
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