Page 125 of Carmichael's Omega

Carmichael brings me out of the kitchen and kisses the top of my head. "How is my good girl?" he whispers, gently rubbing my tummy.

"Good," I respond, like an idiot.

His lips quirk in a smile. "Go check on your pack,Conejita." He pats me on my bottom and walks away from me again.

I feel a little lost without Nico to distract me from my issues. I just can't believe I'm nineteen and pregnant with my mate's pup. An alpha-pup, to be precise.

Oh, my goddess, my pup will be an alphason or alphadaughter. I'll be the mother to the next LoboGris alpha. Crumbs.

I pause, breathing deeply, practically feeling Carmichael make an abrupt about-face to come and check on me. My feet start moving toward the barroom again. Carmichael is checking on Mattie, and I don't want to be that annoying pregnant female who takes up all of our mate's time.

I beat Carmichael back to the barroom because Rique grabs his attention from the kitchen. Now I'm disappointed that my mate isn't coming to check on me right away. I'm so horrible.

I perk up when I see my uncle Devel sitting on a table in the bar, with Leilani tending to his black eye. I suck in a breath. "Uncle Dev? What happened?"

“My big brother took offense at some choice words I had for him,” Uncle Devel said wryly.

"Where's Teague?" I ask when it suddenly occurs to me that my brother-by-mating and his team are missing. Except for Devel, and Devel goes where he wants, which is where Leilani is. My omega-wolf falls over, dizzy.

"Back to ClearHowl. Mina felt cramping, and Blu panicked, called Teague, made him panic, and then brought her to the clinic. It was gas," Leilani supplies with a grin.

I smile back at her. Mina doesn't do the clinic when she's pregnant. Doc goes to the house to do her check-ups. I can only imagine the fury in my sister when she was taken to the clinic for something as mundane as gas.

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32 - Shine Bright Like A Diamond(s)

Carmichael

"Devel," I clap the male on the back in greeting.

A smile, small but genuine, is my response. "Alpha," he says, belatedly.

"Carmichael," I correct him.

"I've been meaning to ask you," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on his female serving drinks across the barroom, "why 'Carmichael?' It isn't a common name for your pack, yeah?"

I shrug, "it's a family name from my mama. She was from the RedLun pack in Tennessee."

"Near the GhostMaw?" Devel's eyebrows quirk up.

"Sí, a small pack.Mi hermana, my sister, Renee, is named after our grandmother. My middle name, Javier, is frommi papa'sside."

"Ah. But Nico..."

"Papánamed Nico," I explain. "Nicolás, aftermi abuelo. Your name,Jefe, now that is something else."

Devel laughs. "Ma claims that I gave her constant heartburn, but I was the best-behaved baby. Too late with the name, though."

We both laugh before I bring up why I came to talk. "Devel, I need to know what you know about my omegas. Everything about mating them,mi Conejita'spregnancy, everything."

His face becomes serious, and he leans in. "Yeah, brother. You understand most of what I know is stories?"

"Rumors hold truth," I respond.

"Experience is better," he says, "but I'll tell you what I've heard. Blessed Ones, or those born omega, bring a balance to a pack that is otherwise too..."

"Violent," I supply.

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