The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

I wasn’t the only one. The Momma’s Club members here in the Cities were all having horrible morning sickness. I was watching them and myself for signs of dehydration, as it would go on most of the morning. Mia had to stop cooking, and all of us were having strong reactions to some smells. I had to laugh, during our afternoon Skype session with the northern Mommas, Eve had complained that “you guys are lucky, you can’t smell the food being cooked a mile away!”

I knew there were no sure-fire remedies, but there were no shortages of suggestions. I told them all to drink juice, water or Gatorade as often as they could, and try to keep eating whatever your body could take. I finished up and walked back to bed, planning to rest for a bit. “Can I bring you something from downstairs?”

“Oatmeal with brown sugar and milk, no butter.” I closed my eyes, waking when he returned. “Thank you,” I said as I sat up.

“Isn’t today ultrasound day?”

I had scheduled weekly ultrasounds on Monday mornings, intending to closely monitor development of all the babies. Using human surrogates for werewolf babies was a new thing, and I didn’t know if things would develop differently than human pregnancies. Terrance said the babies developed the same whether human or werewolf babies, but I wanted to know. What good was it to have all this cool stuff if we didn’t use it? “Yes, I open the clinic at eight. We should go there when I’m done eating, we can check me,” I said.

“Will we see anything?”

“No detail, the baby will only be the size of a sesame seed. I’m really looking at the amniotic sac, trying to see how many of the three actually implanted,” I said. I knew that more embryos failed than not, but I was hopeful to have two viable babies in there.

“No sex?”

“I just threw up, I’m not in the mood,” I said. He looked at me funny. “No, you can’t tell the sex of the baby yet, it looks like a tadpole.” Twenty minutes later we were in the clinic, I had the ultrasound set up and was lying on my back on the table, sitting up slightly. I ran Steven through how it worked as I set it up, and then went looking for babies. “There’s one,” I said as the quarter-sized black sack came into view. I moved the probe slightly, and I could see a second appear behind it.

“That looks bigger than a sesame seed,” Steven said.

“Two babies, your babies,” I said as tears started to fall. I was so hormonal it wasn’t funny. Moving around more, a third came into view. “Triplets,” I said. “We’re having triplets.”

He kissed me then laid his head on my stomach, his hands over mine as they started to shake. “I love you so much, Meghan,” he said. “It’s going to be hard, but you’re going to be an amazing mother.”

I just cried and held him for a minute, then I pushed him back. I had to get measurements to record in my chart. I froze the display when I had a good picture, then used the measuring function to get a length and estimated fetal age. “That can’t be right,” I said. I moved to a different baby, doing the test again, getting the same result.

“What’s wrong,” he asked.

“Nothing is wrong, this is just… unexpected. I need to call Terrance.” I took a photo of the screen with my phone, showing Baby C in the amniotic sac, measuring lines in place. I could see arms, legs, a beating heart, everything looked normal except one thing.

Fetal age was showing eight weeks, and it had only been five.

I texted the photo to Dr. Terrance, asking him to check the women up there. I finished my notes, then welcomed Mia in. She and Snake were thrilled and terrified, they were having triplets as well, and the gestational age calculator said eight weeks for them too.

Natalie and Michael? Triplets. Gabriel and Mackenzie? Same, except for the threats to remove his manhood in creative ways if he ever did this to her again. Kelly and Viper were the last couple, and at this point I was thanking God I’d only given them two. Twins didn’t seem as daunting when the rest of us had triplets.

I talked to Terrance and Theresa on Skype when everything was done, I was utterly shaken by this. A 100% success rate on IVF was unheard of, since he had the same rate up there. We had implanted seventeen embryos five weeks ago, and had seventeen babies growing in six different women. Then there was Eve, who had to be the overachiever of the bunch. She was expecting quadruplets.

“I thank Luna I only implanted two into Theresa last week,” Terrance said. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

No one had.

We were going to be a hormonal mess, that was for sure.

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Meghan’s POV

Week 24

Back when SPUDS was the curse of the female wolves, this week would have been a death sentence.

Now? I felt bad for the men. Really bad. It was a hormone-fueled whine fest around here.

We were huge. Not big, HUUUUUGE. I felt like a house and had been on bedrest for two weeks along with all the other women. What was happening to us had never happened before, the development rates of our babies was nothing but shocking. At our 24th week, our babies were measuring at sizes not normally seen until week 32 to 33. My three girls were sucking the very life out of me, it felt like.

It was like that for all of us, even for Eve who conceived naturally with her quadruplets. The men had invested in eight Easy-UP chairs, all extra wide, for us in the common room we liked to gather in. An entire floor of the new Pack House had been expedited and finished three weeks ago. It was a rush job as Terrance and I realized that the amazing growth rates we had noted showed no signs of slowing down. Instead of due dates in the early summer, we were now due in late March. Another week or two, since triplets didn’t have room to grow past the size of a normal baby at week 34.

The ultrasounds and tests were all going well, it was just that Luna had turbocharged our pregnancies. Everything was bigger, faster and more difficult. The hormones, backaches and fatigue came fast, to the point that even our husbands had to ask for help in caring for us. We ate constantly, waking up in the middle of the night to eat more food to support the growing lives. As our stomachs shrunk, this became more and more difficult. Snake and the guys in the kitchen were serving a meal every three hours, day and night, and most of us were drinking smoothies and snacking in between. Steven kept track one day and estimated I was eating 6, 000 calories a day, more than any of the guys were.

All of us were under strict instructions to stay in bed or in the chairs as much as possible, and the poor cabana boys assigned to help us were being run ragged. The only time I got up was to pee, and that was about every hour now. Get up, waddle my huge belly over to the bathroom, grab some food, come back and sit down again with the other girls. We had our routine, and we had bonded in a way I never expected. These girls were my closest friends, and the whole Pack House revolved around us.

“Do you think they resent having to do all this,” Theresa said as she sent Nuriel in search of Nutella to dip her waffles in. Steven was still sleeping, but I had gotten up at 5:30 to go to the bathroom. I had just came out to our common room, finding four others already here watching the morning news shows and spreading lotion on their stretch marks.

“No way,” Eve said as she nibbled on a plate of bacon. “The werewolves will do anything for us, they don’t mind. The more you ask, the happier their wolves are.”

“Why is that,” Theresa said.

I was a little shocked, I’d figured this out weeks ago. “You haven’t put it together?” She shook her head no. “Okay, how many babies are there between all of us?”

“Lets see… four for Eve, three each for Meghan, Alice, Mackenzie, Natalie and Mia, two each for me and Theresa. Twenty-three all told. We’re going to be buying diapers by the truckload,” she smiled.

“And how many single werewolves are living here?”

“OK, since Gabriel, Michael and Steven are all taken, that leaves, let’s see…” She thought about the rooms and who lived where. “Azazel, Hezediel, Dumah, Jophiel, Nuriel, Zachariel, Samsiel, Raguel, Muriel, Phanuel and Puriel are on the third floor, that’s eleven. Adriel, Cassiel, Tennin, Haniel, Kushiel, Netzach, Camael, Daniel, Raphael and Sariel are on the second floor, that’s another ten. So twenty-one, I guess.”

“And why would they be so interested in helping a bunch of women who are carrying girls, twenty-three girls, in fact.” I laughed a little as it hit her.

“Wait, these girls are their mates!”

“Exactly,” Eve said. “Our mates and husbands will naturally be attentive to us and protect us because we are theirs, the babies are their future. The others, they are the reward they are being given for their faithful service to Luna. They don’t know which one, but they and their wolves know ONE of these babies is their mate, and they’re completely committed to protecting them. They will do anything, I mean ANYTHING, to help us and to help raise them.”

“But… These guys are old, some of them are pushing fifty now. By the time they are of age, they’ll be in their late sixties. How is that right?”