Page 100 of Ruined Omega

“I can see his head!” Lily calls. “Keep pushing! Don’t stop!”

Source, the baby is only crowning? From the way I was stretched, I could have sworn this one was halfway out by now. This is going to be worse than I thought.

I huff several quick, deep breaths, then I clench down and push with all of my might.

The baby moves.

I breathe and push, repeating the process over and over again. The pain is overwhelming. My Alphas are still purring. I focus my attention on that sound, on the feeling of that vibration in my muscles and bones.

Breathe, push. Breathe, push.

Ever so slowly, the baby emerges into Lily’s waiting hands.

“It’s another boy!”

I gasp with momentary relief and tilt my head to look at my second baby. Though he felt about twice as big as his brother, in reality he’s only slightly larger. He is a perfect, healthy baby too, but with one surprising detail—plastered to his head is a little wet tuft of silver-gray down.

This baby is clearly Canaris’s child.

Despite my pain and exhaustion, my mind goes back to a term that Lily told me during my pregnancy:

heteropaternal superfecundation.

Yeah, it’s a mouthful. Superfecundation means lots of babies at once. Twins, triplets, that kind of thing. Heteropaternal means different daddies. As strange as it sounds, it’s a thing that actually happens occasionally on the outside. In the Zone, however, it’s pretty much the standard.

The two babies I’ve just given birth to are twins, but they are also technically half-brothers, coming from two different daddies—the first from Baen and the second from Canaris.

But the Alphas are not treating them as half-siblings.

This time, it is Baen who goes to aid with the cleaning of the second little boy while Canaris returns to my side to support me through part three of this birth. The way that they are helping shows me that they don’t care who each baby’s specific daddy is. As far as my Alphas are concerned, they all share responsibility for the entire litter. They will love, protect, and care for each child equally.

That fact touches my heart, and more happy tears well up in my eyes.

But I only have a few seconds to enjoy this happy moment before baby number three starts to come.

The third baby is smaller and easier than the first two, as well as the noisiest.

“A girl!” Lily chirps excitedly as the baby is born. “An omega!”

My heart trills. I knew that omegas were much rarer than Alphas—I mean, just one look around at the packs in the Zone would make that obvious. So, even though I knew the odds were unlikely, I was really hoping to have an omega in the mix. And that wish has come true.

Now I’m starting to think that there really is something to that magic navel ring.

This third child is precious and beautiful. She has a dark complexion and a fine sprinkling of jet black hair across her round little head. And I just know that when she finally opens her pretty eyes, they are going to be glacier blue, just like her daddy’s. Just like Tal’s.

A drop of moisture plops down on me from above. My first thought is that it is sweat. But when I glance up at Tal’s face, I see that a single tear has traced a line down his cheek.

The normally stoic Alpha is crying with joy.

“The Source has truly blessed us,” he says in a choked voice.

“Go to her,” I whisper.

At first, Tal is reluctant to release his hold on me from behind. But Sloane is now looking after the first two babies, and Baen has returned to help support me, freeing up Tal to go help with the care of his newborn daughter.

My body trembles, and a final squeeze pushes the omega’s placenta out.

I breathe a sigh of relief in Baen’s and Canaris’s arms.