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Leader between my legs.

Yes,I think.Perfect.

And fall back to sleep.

38

TIERAN

Clove is very particular about her nest.

That started around day two of her heat.

We’re now on day nine and all of us are exhausted.

“I’m not fucking you until you eat that sandwich,” Volt says sternly, making my lips curl. “Now, Clove.”

She growls at him.

He growls back.

We’re not in the nest right now, but on the floor beside it.

Because we learned on day three that food in the nest creates a furious little Omega.

And we’ve not made that mistake since.

But she’s still not a fan of eating. She just wants ourseed.

However, we’ve found withholding sex will eventually make her cooperate. Which Volt is doing now while I check in on island operations.

The power and telephone functions were finally fully restored three days ago.

Alpha Lance, Alpha Edwin, and Alpha Ion all worked as a team to help clean up the mess Alpha Kin made. Alpha Ebony and Alpha Pan also returned after the burial to assist.

And Alpha Dirk oversaw the restoration of telecommunications on his own.

I’ve reviewed it all from the den, giving assistance where I can without leaving Clove’s side.

She’s showing signs today that her estrus is coming to an end. It’s been subtle, but there have been a few moments of clarity where I’ve overheard her mentally ask herself what she’s doing.

Of course, then she’s on all fours again in the next minute, begging to be fucked.

It’s an adorable cycle, one I very much look forward to repeating in the future.

Except it’s going to be at least a year until that happens.

Because our little Clove is pregnant.

A fact that makes my heart skip a beat.

We don’t know who the father is yet as it happened the first night—it’s what caused her to go into a nest creation fit.

All three of us stood in wonderment, watching the Omega work,knowingwhat it meant. Her scent confirmed it, too.

We’re thrilled.

And also in hyper protective mode.