The Doctor's Omega Mate

Chapter Thirty-Three: Jeff

Kenzi POV:

I couldn't believe everything had somehow managed to turn out for the better. The babies were safe, Grant was safe, no one had died on my account. I was woken up from my sleep by the shrill screams of two babies. One started before the other, but as it always goes, when one cries, the other will start to cry. I shifted into my wolf form, moving over to the babies' room. When they saw me, they shifted into their tiny pup bodies, the way all pups did in reaction to whatever form their mother was in. I lifted them out of their crib by the scruff of their necks, placing them on the heated rug in the middle of the room and laying down, allowing them to nurse from me. I heard footsteps and looked up to see Grant standing there.

"So I see they're hungry." He smiled at me, love in his eyes. He shifted into his wolf form, a tall, black and brown wolf with lean muscles and husky blue eyes. He trotted over to the family and laid down on the other side of the pups, licking my face gently. Tara whined happily upon seeing her mate and nipped gently at his ear.

"Raphael..." She barked happily.

"I'm here my love," Raphael murmured, nuzzling her. "Our pups are so beautiful, my mate."

"They look just like you," Tara smiled her wolfy smile.

I eventually fell asleep then, with my head resting under Grant's giant wolf head.

When I woke up, I shifted back into my human form, stretching and moving to the kitchen.

"Oh crap! Last time I was in the car I left the baby food in there!" I told Grant as he carried Kacey and Hayden to their high chairs. I ran out to the garage, shivering as the cold concrete floors touched my feet. I heard something fall over, and I froze. Goddess please not another attack, I pleaded in my mind as I went to investigate. When I came to the scene of the crime, I doubled over laughing.

In the small tin trash can, surrounded by dead mouse carcasses, sat a huge, Maine Coon cat, with a huge belly and green eyes.

"What are you looking at?" It mumbled, startling me.

"You can talk?!" I exclaimed, stepping back a bit.

"Yeah. So can you, apparently. Surprising that a werewolf is so intelligent." It chuckled.

"You're not any regular old cat are you?" I questioned.

"Nope. I'm a Wenx." He said proudly. "A magical cat that can talk. And turn human. Only on a cycle though, and I get really moody when I'm human because being a cat is so much more fun!"

"Well, um, what are you doing in my garage?" I questioned it.

"Eating mice. And trash. There was a lot of both in here and I noticed that the garage door was open. And I smelled some really good trash so... I camped out. And the. I came to realize that dogs infested this wonderful paradise." The feline sighed, rubbing it's belly with one paw. "But I decided it was worth it, so I'm staying."

"Staying? Excuse me, this is my house!" I yelled. The door to the garage flew open and Grant ran over to me.

"Oh god. Not you." Grant groaned. "Jeff get out of here!"

"Make me!" The cat snapped.

"Jeff, how many times have I told you to leave my trash alone!" Grant growled. "I thought when I kicked you out before it was for good!"

"Well I'm back now." Jeff grinned. "Now hush. I'm on my period and I have terrible cramps."

"Let's just leave him here. Fat cat will burst his stomach eventually." Grant groaned. We both walked back into the house, shrieking as Jeff raced passed us and jumped onto the entertainment room sofa.

"Whewph! I remember now why I don't move fast!" Jeff panted before falling asleep and snoring heavily.