Alpha Lexie Marcelo

HARPER

“Did you spew?”

“Um…um…” Oh my God, why didn’t he at least rinse his mouth out?

“Sorry?”

I had no time to dwell, as disgusting as it was—because I’m sure I tasted blood, but let’s not go there—another contraction rose up from my abdomen, tensing my muscles as my body washed with heat.

My eyes closed and I disappeared into the vortex of crippling torment.

I could see nothing, only feel—feel my body surge and be consumed by this horrendous shit they called childbirth. I cursed Patty for relinquishing Spencer from this awful wretched pain.

My head fell to Spencer’s shoulder as my voice deepened. “Flank… drive… faster.”

As my mind was piecing itself back together, I became aware of my surroundings again and could hear Spence. “Breath mint, anyone got a breath mint?”

Luna threw some chewing gum at Spencer, knocking him on the head before falling into his hands. He snarled, clearly still pissed at her for withholding information. “Thanks.”

“You can’t hold that against me forever, Spencer. I would have eventually told you.”

“I no longer trust you Luna—that was a cruel thing to do.” She waved him off and gave an exaggerated eye roll, mumbling something about “men being big babies.”

“We are almost there, Harper, hold on,” Flank called.

The bus swung sharply to the right, nearly tipping over.

The entire horde leaped to the other side, just to keep it on all its wheels as he maneuvered around the corner and into the hospital parking lot, heading for the drop-off bay.

“Flank Rogers,” Cameron screeches, “we have a baby to protect, be careful, I’m already battling morning sickness—I don’t need a car crash added.”

Our heads snap to her as she sat there with wide eyes and reddened cheeks. “Sorry Cammie darlin’, but no one wants this baby born on a bus,” Flank called out.

“Holy fuck, you’re pregnant?” Spencer screeched.

“Yeah, man, we were going to announce it after your wedding,” Flank stated proudly. “Guess whose kids are going to be beta?” He sang as his foot slammed on the brake.

“Good Lord,” Alpha yelped, rolling his eyes.

Spence grips Flank’s shoulder. “Congrats pal, that’s awesome news.”

“Thanks,” he blushed.

Next minute my ass was hauled out of my seat and Spencer was carrying me bridal style into the hospital as his lips smacked together, chewing gum like no tomorrow.

I chuckled, he was just too gorgeous.

“Harps?” I heard my mother cry, just as we made it to the reception desk. “We need to talk.”

“Room!” Spencer hollered. “Baby’s on its way.”

“F-F-Fourth f-floor,” the receptionist stuttered. We must have looked like such a sight.

A busload of crazy demented townsfolk in wedding attire, all screeching and filled with excitement, pushing their way through the lobby and into the elevator.

“Ooooowwwww,” I was consumed once more by harrowing cramping.

My body recoiled in Spencer’s muscular arms and I shook furiously, riding out the horrendous onslaught.

Opening my eyes slowly and gaining consciousness as the pain subsided, I smiled up at him.

“You’re doing great, baby,” Spencer praised.

The tiny enclosed space was jam-packed with as many as we could fit.

Spencer and I were pressed right up against the back, “Leivon?” I called, frantically searching the squished crowd.

“Here, Mom,” I heard his voice call back, though I couldn’t see him over the collection of heads.

“He’s here with Kiya, Blain and I,” Cleo’s voice rang out, though I couldn’t see her either.

“Thank you, Cleo… Uncle Clade?” I cried.

A hand shot straight up into the air, “Here, kid, next to Levi.”

I blew out a breath of relief, just as the doors pinged and opened.

Alpha was the first out, his hand wrapped around Luna’s as he started barking orders left, right, and center.

His alpha dominance was on full display, and the entire birthing wing of humans either cowered in fear or jumped into action immediately as we rushed through.

We were shown to a special room reserved specifically for pack members. I didn’t even know hospitals were allowed to do that.

The room was gigantic, had to be four times the size of a normal birthing suite, littered with recliners and a spacious bathroom, with a spa and a massive bed.

I felt like a celebrity.

Spencer placed me delicately on the bed as Mom rushed to my side, “Harp’s, we need to talk.”

“Mom, now’s not really the time. I’m sorry.” I did feel sorry for her; she has been kept in the dark, but it wasn’t really my secret to tell.

“Harper, ~Ke’ōlelo mai neiʻoe iaʻu i kēia manawa, he wūwī anei lākou~?” (You tell me right now, are they wolves?)

“Yes, Juniper, we are wolves,” Alpha interjected from right behind her.

“~Hikiʻoe i ka’ōlelo Hawaiʻi~, Alpha?” (You speak Hawaiian, Alpha?) She paled.

“ʻ~Ae, aʻo Lexie hoʻi~.” (Yes, and Lexie will too.) He replied. “~E’ōleloʻo ia i nā’ōlelo he nui.~” (She will speak many languages.)

“Holy snapping duck-shit.” I couldn’t believe him—my mind was truly blown.

“Alright, everyone out!” A loud voice booms from the entranceway. There, in blue scrubs, stood a four-foot-nothing-sized woman with a stern look on her face.

Grunts and groans overshadowed the enormous agony and hurt smashing my body apart from the inside out.

“Hello, Harper, my name is Casey and I’ll be your attending midwife.” The sound filtered through the raging discomfort.

“Hi…,” was all I could manage as Spencer and Levi came to my side.

“Mom?” His little voice rang out.

“Hey, honey, you be good for Cleo, okay? Stay with Kiya.”

“I will, I promise. I’ll see you after Lexie is born right?” I pulled him closer, up on the bed and into my arms. He may have just turned nine but he’s still and will always be—my baby.

“You will be the first one to greet her. I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, Mom.” I gave him a kiss on the top of his head and Spencer walked him to the doors where Clade was waiting.

“Alright, Harper, let’s see how far along you are. Feet together, knees apart.”

“She’s going to see your bedazzled pussy,” Spencer wiggles his brows as I groan in embarrassment.

“Well, this’ll be a first.” I slammed my legs closed, knowing exactly what was under there.

“She wanted it to look pretty for our wedding night,” Spencer stated proudly. My palms covered my face in horror.

“Perhaps I will just excuse myself for a moment while you and your husband”—Casey the midwife clears her throat—“remove the butt plug.”

“The what?” Spencer launches to his feet as my legs begin to thrash wildly with my hands still covering my face. God, I want to cry right now.

“Stop kicking, woman, let me look.” He places his upper body weight on my legs and pries my legs apart. Damn him and his wolf strength.

“Oh…my…God. You did this for me?” I couldn’t look at him, I just wanted to disappear completely.

“It was meant to be a—” I couldn’t finish my sentence, the rise in agony was excruciating.

I rolled onto my side and curled into the smallest ball my extended stomach would allow as the crippling pain washed through me, rendering me completely weak and at its full mercy and control.

As the daze cleared, I was finally able to regain focus. “S-surprise,” I finished.

“It was a wonderful surprise, this whole time I thought you’d glittered up your pussy or something. Relax your muscles, baby, this plug has to come out. You heard the midwife.”

I surrendered to my embarrassing situation, slowly and carefully he removed the plug, walking it over to the sink to wash and then slipping it into his tuxedo pocket.

“Oh God, everything has gone so wrong.”

“Relax, Mrs. Marcelo. I’ll fuck you in the ass the moment we get the opportunity.” Spencer shot me a wink; he was enjoying this way too much.

“Oh God.” I buried my head in my arms.

We had been at this for a few hours. I represented something more like a zombie than an actual human.

The wedding dress discarded in the corner of the room. I was buck naked and covered in sweat, incoherent and lost to the exertion that clung to my being like a ton of bricks.

“Harper, you’re fully dilated,” Casey stated. “Time to push.”

Spencer, whose shirt and pants had been carelessly tossed atop my wedding gown, climbed back into the spa bath behind me and held my limp frame.

“C’mon, sweet cheeks, you can do this. Lexie is ready to arrive.”

All I could do was groan, I was so tired, exhausted by hours and hours of ravishing cramps that I doubted I would have the strength to push through it.

The midwife hung over the edge of the bath with her gloved hands in the water, hovering under my entrance, ready to catch Lexie.

My short breaths increased as the strain and affliction rolled through me from head to toe—my body naturally took over and bore down with crushing force.

I inhaled as much air as I could and flowed with it. I flexed my lower half, focusing all my attention on the push as I trembled with assiduousness.

My eyes were unable to open as Lexie made her way through my birth canal—it felt as though I was passing the biggest poo I had ever experienced in my life.

“That’s it, sweet cheeks, you’re doing amazing—great job.”

My exhausted head lulled back to rest upon his shoulder as my nostrils flared, desperate for air in my thirty seconds of recuperation before the next charge of sheer torment conveyed through me.

Feeling that same rise of anguish, I tensed, planting my bare feet into the fiberglass bottom as I pushed back into Spencer’s chest, focusing all the strength I had left into my lower body.

My teeth grit as I continued to shake.

“The head’s out, Harper, just give me one more.”

“The head’s out baby, you’re amazing—so amazing and beautiful.” I could hear the quake in Spencer’s voice as he whispered encouragement and adoration into my ear.

In my head, I cried out to my daughter, ~come on, baby, just one more. We can do this.~

Even though I couldn’t physically say a thing or even comprehend my surroundings, talking to her comforted me.

The warm water swished around us as I dug my heels in once more, scrunched my whole face and quivered, directing all forcefulness and reserved power into my plunge downward, releasing an aggressive roar from the back of my throat, then suddenly—relief.

“Is she a hairy puppy?” I cried.

A strained trill pierced through the stupor that had held me captive for so long and my lids finally opened.

There on my chest, covered in a milky white film, was our daughter. Tiny and glorious and so incredibly beautiful.

Tears sprung from my eyes as my soul washed with adoration and devotion. The first sounds of life escaped from her tiny little lungs as sobs tore from both Spencer and me.

“You did it,” he whispered, “I am so in l-love w-with you, Harper.” Spence struggled, his chest giving way to his whimpers and gulps for air.

Nothing in the world could describe the intimacy and tenderness of this moment.

An electrifying bolt of adulation struck my heart at earth-shattering force, the profound crash of pure love ripped through me and I knew, our lives would never be the same again.

“You are s-so b-beautiful,” Spencer howled from behind me, his outpour of emotion splashed against my shoulder as I snuggled further into his embrace.

His lips pressed against my temple as he welcomed both Lexie and I closer.

“I love you,” I rasped out, “I love you so much.”

Spencer walked back into the room, barefoot and shirtless—thankfully, he had pulled his pants back on—holding Leivon’s hand and being followed by a very confused Clade.

“You should have seen the uproar, sweet cheeks. When I said Clade and Levi first, I thought Juniper and Dad were going to rip my arms off.”

I chuckled. “Mommy,” Levi cried out, climbing onto the hospital bed as Lexie suckled on my nipple. He leaned forward to stroke her small cone-shaped head. “Why is Lexie biting your boobie?”

“She’s feeding honey, this is how she eats,” I clarified.

“Why not just give her nana Patty’s burgers? They’re delicious.”

Clade ruffled his hair. “Oh Leivon, Lexie doesn’t have any teeth yet. It will be a while before she can get into one of those.”

“Clade, would you like a hold?” Spencer asked as I extracted my nipple, covering my chest with the blanket.

“I’d love to,” he gasped.

Clade had never been blessed with an heir, yet he always was such a loving, kind, caring, and gentle man.

He cradled her delicate form in his brawny arms as soft tears trickled down his face. Spencer and I smiled at each other.

“Clade, we’d like to officially introduce you to Lexie Clade Marcelo—your goddaughter.”

More tears flowed from his eyes as his whole face contorted under the momentous emotion expelling from his heart.

“Y-you g-gave her my n-name?” he hiccupped, “y-you want me as her g-godfather?”

“Yes, Uncle Clade,” I sniffled as my own tears fell. “We love you.”

“O, kid, you’ve m-made me the h-happiest man alive.”

Spencer leaned over and pressed his lips against mine, his thumb softly grazing against my cheek. “That makes two of us.”