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“Sure thing. If Roman brings the food before you’re done, I can always feed you Chinese food in the bath.”

I stared at Phillip for a moment, resisting the urge to jump his bones. “That is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard a man say.”

Chapter 45

Hazel

One Week Later

The gush of wetness between my legs woke me. Sitting up, I blinked in the dim light of my nest as Seb snored slightly next to me. I could sense all of them, and they were all dead to the world. Phillip and Seb were the only ones in the nest with me, since we were alternating. Thanks to my heavily pregnant state, I was taking up a lot of space and kicking alphas out of the nest.

Was I going into heat? Was that a rush of slick?

My face heated. Fuck. Was it pee?

That seemed like the most logical and embarrassing possibility, seeing as I still had five weeks to go until my due date.

I was about to clamber out of the nest and clean myself up, before facing the humiliation of waking my pack mates so I could change the sheets, when a ripple of pain tore through my mid-section.

With a groan, I leaned forward, clutching my stomach.

There’s no way.

Another pain, just as intense, hit, and my eyes watered from it.

Oh, this is real.

Grabbing the first pillow I could reach, I threw it full force at the alpha nearest to me.

Seb.

“What the fuck, Hazelnut?” he groaned, his voice thick with sleep, rolling over as if to drift off again.

“Something’s up with the baby!” I whisper-shouted.

That caught his attention. Sitting up ramrod straight, he gazed at me with wide, panic filled eyes.

“What’s happening?” Phillip asked groggily.

“I-I think my water broke, and now I’m having pains. Maybe—ow!” My words were cut off by yet another wave of pain.

“Oh, shit!” Phillip sat up, just as Seb had done seconds earlier. “Hospital, now,” he instructed. “Seb, wake the others.”

Seb nodded dumbly, falling over the sheets as he got out of the nest.

Seconds later, my nest was full of alphas who were watching me with varying degrees of panic.

“It’s too early!” Cormac cried.

“The doctor said alpha babies can come early, especially if they’re big,” I panted.

“The baby was fully formed at the last appointment, remember?” Phillip turned to look at Cormac as he gently rubbed my back.

“Good golly, this hurts,” I hissed. “Not swearing in front of the baby is going to be impossible,” I grumbled, rubbing my belly. If I couldn’t even stop myself from swearing in front of the baby, I was going to be a terrible mother.

“Maybe we curse now, ask forgiveness later?” Roman interjected helpfully.

“The baby won’t understand what we are saying for months yet, so scream and cuss all you need to,” Phillip reassured me. “Now, let’s get you into some comfortable clothes to go to the hospital, okay?”

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