Page 133 of Alpha Heat

“Get out of the way.” Urho shoved Jason aside.

Jason shoved him back with an angry growl. Vale whimpered and then rasped, “I will murder you both if you get into a fight right now. There is a baby coming out of me and—aaahhhh!” He howled, hunching again, his entire body going tense as he pushed harder, flushing all over.

“Yes, that’s the head,” Urho said as slick rushed from Vale’s asshole.

Another scream came from Caleb’s wing, along with the sound of breaking wood. Then a violent thump. And another. Sweat slipped down Urho’s forehead and back, his hands shaking and his heart pounding as he stared at Vale’s asshole and waited.

“Whatthe fuckis going on?” a voice snarled from the doorway.

Urho’s head whipped around to see Xan standing outside Vale’s open door, his blue eyes dangerously narrowed, his curly hair a mess, and a large bruise on his cheekbone and another on his jaw. A combination of confusion and rage warred on Xan’s face. “What the fuck is happening here?”

Vale gripped the chair hard and pushed again. The screams from Caleb’s room came even louder, and Urho turned to Jason. “Explain to him! I need to just…” He slipped a finger in beside the baby’s head, and Vale shouted.

Jason kicked Urho in the thigh. “Hurt him again and I’ll kill you.”

“Stop!” Vale whimpered. “I can’t… Let me… Oh wolf-god,fuck!” He grimaced and pushed again, his hole opening enough to reveal a large swath of the baby’s brown-fuzzed head.

“Mr. Riggs is locked in, Mr. Heelies, sir,” a beta servant from the hallway explained to Xan. “He’s in heat.”

“Well, don’t just stand there—take me to him!” Xan barked.

Urho yearned to go to Xan and hold him, explain to him what was happening, but things with Vale’s baby were moving too quickly. A rush of blood gushed down Vale’s legs, Jason cried out in panic, and Urho shoved him away before he could get between Urho and the prize.

The baby slipped out into Urho’s hands. Perfect, whole, and covered with slick, mucous, and blood. The child let out a lusty scream. Vale collapsed onto the chair, blood still coursing from his asshole, but he was oblivious, reaching out for the baby. The umbilical cord pulsed between them.

Jason fell to his knees beside Vale, and Urho passed off their blood-covered, plump, and perfect child to them. They took the sweet thing into their arms, and Jason burst into tears. Vale kissed Jason’s head, and then the baby’s, and the three of them huddled close.

Urho took the opportunity of their distraction to pull Vale forward so his buttocks were off the chair, and shove Vale’s legs apart. He pressed his hand inside, and felt for the stuck placenta—the source of all the blood. When he slipped a finger around the edge of it, he breathed a sigh of relief. As the placenta slipped from Vale’s body, the rush of blood stopped, and Urho finally took the time to cut the cord.

Drained, Urho fell back on his ass, wet with blood and slick, covered in sweat from the strain and effort.

Vale and Jason glowed, beautiful and perfect, as they stared down at their screaming, flushed child. “I should feed him,” Vale whispered. He tugged open his robe, placing the babe to his chest and cooing as the infant latched on and began to suckle.

Jason wiped tears from his eyes and kissed Vale’s forehead. The moment was intimate and sweet, but Urho had some work to do on Vale’s insides. The scar tissue had torn, and he needed to sew it up and paint it with iodine to prevent sepsis or infection.

It took only a little convincing to get Vale into the bed with Jason and their baby, and then Urho set about the work of making sure Vale would heal well. Jason and Vale snuggled their child and whispered names back and forth, as Urho worked silently.

But between the babe, Vale when Urho’s instruments pinched, and the sounds coming from Caleb’s room, there was still plenty of screaming and shouting going on.

This crisis wasn’t over yet.

As soon asthe door opened, Caleb burst out, but Xan grappled him back into his room, fingers slipping on sweat-damp, naked skin. The room was a disaster. Broken furniture was strewn everywhere. Xan’s heart thundered.

“I’m here now, darling. I’m here.” He held Caleb tight and pressed four fingers into Caleb’s wet asshole. He kissed his sweaty hair and held him hard. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

Caleb burst into tears and clung to Xan as he shuddered and quaked in his arms. “I need help,” he gritted out.

“I’m going to do such a good job helping you. I promise.”

Caleb sobbed as Xan led him back to the bed. The intense wave seemed to have passed, but Caleb was clearly an aching wreck. An alpha dildo lay on the floor by the bed, apparently unused, and Xan picked it up, an idea flashing into his mind.

Caleb shuddered and squirmed, flushed all over and covered in scratch marks from where he’d tried to tear out the heat. Xan smoothed back Caleb’s hair and kissed his forehead before helping him drink from a glass of water.

He then guided him from his ruined room to Xan’s own, relieved to find it all in one piece still.

“You came,” Caleb whispered as Xan soothed him, tucking him up into bed and curling in behind him.

“I got here as soon as I could.” He didn’t mention that he hadn’t known about Caleb’s heat until he’d arrived home.