The Pack's Nemesis (Quirin's Story) novel Chapter 91

Kennedy

I watch as my mate sits on the edge of the bed, patiently smiling at me. He’s rubbing my belly that is huge with four pups. There’s so little space in my stomach that you can see their butts or heads or sometimes their feet when they kick out because there’s just not enough room in there.

My little stomach-extenders obviously love their father more than they love me because they stop shifting around so he can touch them. Raif is purring loud enough to practically bring down the rafters in our bedroom and somehow my pups don’t seem to care that I’M the one who is just as uncomfortable as they are.

Echo hasn’t gotten any stronger during my pregnancy and I’m not surprised. As soon as my Alpha pups started getting too jammed up in my stomach, they started kicking; kicking my bladder, kicking my kidneys, and kicking my ribs, sometimes hard enough to crack them. Obviously at least one of them has her father’s strength.

‘What can we do to help you?’ Quirin asks in my mind so I can hear him over Raif’s rumbling purr.

‘Put me out of my misery?’

Okay, I’m grumpy. I’ve been on bedrest since the first cracked rib nearly two months ago. Quirin or my guards have to carry me to the bathroom, which is mortifying. I tried to walk myself when Lane was here, practically snarling at him to get away from me, telling him that I could walk myself. But my balance is off from having so many large pups and I almost fell. After that, there was no argument. I wouldn’t have anyway once I realized I’m so unbalanced that I’m putting my pups at risk, but Quirin gave them the Alpha command to carry me anywhere that takes me off the bed.

He didn’t say a word to me, just came in giving me the angriest look he’s ever given me in my life and I’d burst into tears. He’s been careful not to look at me like that again. My mate is one hell of a fighter, but he’s no match for my tears. The day after that altercation, Farrah arrived and since then, she and Christy have been my constant companions. Christy isn’t strong enough to carry me, but Farrah is.

‘Maybe today is the day that we’ll get to meet our daughters,’ he says.

For the last two weeks, my mother has insisted on seeing me every day and every day, she says I can wait another day unless my pups decide to make an entrance on their own. But so far, they haven’t made that decision. You’d think as uncomfortable as they are, that they’d find a way to get out of there. But no, they seem perfectly happy kicking their mother to death and making her wolf weak because she has to heal her constantly.

‘I’m not that weak,’ Echo says. Her voice IS stronger than it was, but she’s still quiet more than I would like in my head.

‘You’re not at full strength either,’ I say to her.

‘I’m protecting our pups. With four, that’s a full-time job. Once they’re born, you may wish that they were back in your stomach,’ she says and I swear she’s chuckling at me. I’d say something snappish to her, but since she’s working harder than I am to look after our pups, I keep my mouth shut and thoughts to myself.

“Let’s hope so,” I say to Quirin. “I’m ready to tell mother to induce me. I’m tired of not being able to find one single comfortable position and if you didn’t already know, the only place I can sleep is in your lap and even then I have to shift around all the time. We were supposed to be getting sleep now since we won’t be getting any for what, like eighteen years?” I ask.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” he asks, ignoring my griping.

“Only once,” I grumble.

His smile gets wider as he leans in. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, each time kissing a different part of my face; my eyes, my nose, my jaw, the spot under my ear, and then finally my lips.

Desire flares inside me. That hasn’t changed and for Quirin, this pregnancy has been even harder. He said my scent is so strong it’s like I’m constantly in heat. At first it was great. He couldn’t come anywhere near me without have to be inside me. Our nighttime love fests went even longer most nights. But then, I started getting really tired and he stopped taking me as often. We tried different positions, but eventually, being on my side and even riding him became too difficult because of my discomfort. The only position that works at all is if he has me bent over, his arms supporting the weight of our pups while he’s inside me. I don’t get the rough Quirin and I miss him. I love the gentle love making and I love how long he can last, but I want my mate to let go and give me everything again, but he hasn’t done that since I went on bedrest.

“As soon as these pups are out, I want the full force of my mate back,” I say when he pulls away.