Alphas Of Alaska Box Set Bundle

by Emma Knox

  I was by his side and in his ear screaming, “You can do it, baby! Just…one…more… Pushhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  “You need to keep pushing, Robbie! You just have to…no…just a little.”

  “I’ve been pushing…and pushing…and I’m out of any more to spare!” The baby was coming into the world, but Robbie had run into a blank wall and needed my assistance in resurrecting just a few more.

  And the idea I came up with was to contort my face and squeeze like constipation would not beat me! And even though the nurses and doctors found me hilarious, Robbie saw that out of love, I was sharing the load!

  “Push Robbie, push it right out!”

  “Heurghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Robbie came with one more and I knew it would do the trick. “Heurghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

  My hand was being murdered again. The room stank of intestines and bodily fluids that he was releasing as his outstretched legs widened to a point where the doctor could pay the baby a visit and help it out gently.

  It took a few more painful excursions, but the final ‘Heurghhhhhhhhhh’ gave me the chills as it was replaced with, “Wah, wah, wah, wah!” And then a blanket was quickly wrapped around the crying baby and the nurses took it away with the doctor who attended to Robbie…who had come back from the dead to only go back to see death again.

  I kissed him on the forehead and had to close my eyes when the snipping of the umbilical cord got the chop. Then Robbie held his hands out to me for an ardent embrace and I took his whole head and upper body into mine. I kissed his skull and patted the back of his head like a lover, and then caressed his hair tenderly to show him affection.

  “I’m so proud of you, Robbie. You did well.” I smoothly rubbed the top of his hair.

  Robbie was exhausted, so I helped him to lie back on the pillow that I fluffed out for him. I got him water, but he wasn’t even able to raise his hands to take it. When the nurse came back she checked on Robbie’s heartbeat and temperature.

  “How’s the baby?”

  “The baby is absolutely fine. We’re just running a few tests to see that the child is healthy and stable.”

  “Is it a boy?” Robbie and I asked this at the same time, but my version was stronger.

  The nurse answered us both with a, “Yes. So far, he’s weighing seven pounds, and twelve ounces. And by our standards, he’s a very happy boy!” The nurse left me and Robbie in the room alone again.

  “A boy!” I rubbed my palms like lotion was working its way into the skin. “A boy.” And what stopped me from saying it a third time was Robbie grinning the happiest I had ever seen him. I was content with it being either. “Are you happy to have a son, Robbie?”

  Robbie nodded. “When do we get to see the baby?”

  “The doctor is going to bring him in soon.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “Shit…I can’t believe how well I did with that pregnancy. I delivered a very healthy baby, Robbie. Give me a mark out of ten?”

  “There was nothing amateur about your pushing skills. I think we need to look for a way to allow Alphas to give birth!”

  “I’ll leave that to you.”

  “You’d be good at it. I’d record the whole thing and send it to your family. How proud they would be. Sean, why are you staring at me?”

  “I never thought it would a beautiful thing.”

  “What?”

  “Seeing a baby come out your…your…” I was pointing at the location where our son had wailed and cried. “It was like… I wanted to cradle him at the time and say stop crying, I’m here. That’s a big smile on your face.”

  “When he comes back, we’ll have to find a name for him.”

  “I think Sean the second.”

  “If I could get out this bed I’d hit you into sense! We are not naming him that!”

  “Why not? I like it.”

  “I want a creative name for him. Not an outdated—”

  “Sean is a hip name—”

  “And it belongs to you. If I said, let’s name him Robbie Junior…”

  “I’d be like yeah, let’s go with that.” I began to like winding Robbie up. And what made it worse was he took it so seriously. But that was the fun in mine and his banter. Because in the end he knew it.

  “You’re winding me up, aren’t you?”

  “No. I truly want to name him Sean, the second.”

  “He’s not an heir to the throne.”

  “He’ll be one when I’m finished with him.”

  “Sean, please show me that you can be more creative than that! I had high hopes for you.”

  I grinned and got up from the bed. “How about Lewis Lane?”

  “Our last names do not end with Lane.”

  “Edward Standard.” He got ready to chuck a pillow that was supporting his back with that one. “Well, you come up with something then.”

  “All we need is a first name. The second name comes after we—”

  “There’s no after. We made it permanent at the home warming.”

  “So, we take your name then?”

  I slowly strolled over and gripped the side of his face…then let my finger slide tenderly down to his neck. “We take my last name.”

  “He sure is tiny.” Liza was cradling the new born in her arms and using her ring finger to fumble his tiny nose.

  “He weighs nearly seven pounds, that’s not tiny.” I had to back-him-up, he’d be a heavyweight in no time.

  “What have you decided to call him?”

  “We haven’t come up with anything.”

  “Well that’s not true. I have an idea, but Sean won’t be serious.”

  “Come on then…tell me your idea for a name?”

  “I was thinking of Steven, because it was Lucas’s second name. It just…it just came to me now and I thought I’d see what you think about that one?”

  “I love it!” And I genuinely did. What better way to keep the memory of his departed son alive? I went over to relieve Liza, but she found it hard to let go. “We’d take offers over a thousand for him.”

  She laughed, and gently passed him for me to hold. And then I walked over to Robbie with baby Steven in my arms; and sat on the bed for Robbie to admire.

  We gawped at how small he was inside of that white blanket. An innocence like that forced me to think of my younger sister who would love to know that she was an aunty. I gave Steven to Robbie, and then went out the door to message my dad on the weight and name of my son. And then I let Mark know the news because he had been ringing ever since to find out if everything was ok.

  “Congrats, cousin! That’s good news! I’ll come and see the baby in a few days.”

  “Yeah, please come. Robbie would like to meet you.”

  “No problem. Hey, not to change the subject or anything, but the Alaskan council are constructing a new plan for Betas to find easier employment opportunities.”

  “Mark, no politics. I’m just going to go back in there and tell my son that he’ll be having a baby sister real soon.”

  Epilogue

  Robbie

  When we brought Steven home and showed him the baby room, it was still in the reconstructing phase. Sean and his dad were working on making the room more comfortable for the baby. The paintwork had begun, with sky blue the main colour — and the clouds which were outlined with a grey pencil and then coloured for that handmade effect.

  Sean let me have the most input, and he built around that. There would also be drawn helicopters on the wall: bright red and yellow; with dark grey choppers. And the crib would be made by Sean’s father who used to be quite handy in his youth when it came to carpentry.

  The end result of the crib was impressive: he shaped it like an arc on a stand, and Sean and I would be able to gently rock it from side-to-side to help Steven fall asleep. We also setup a monitoring system to hear if Steven was crying from our room. And it would flash red like a wireless phone that we could pick up and speak to Steven.

  “What do you think of the room?”
/>   “I think you and your dad should go into a private business! Sean, this needs to be looked into as a full-time career!”

  “How do you find the room, Steven?” He gurgled out some spit, and just stared at Sean: never blinking those eyes of his. “I’ll take that as a yes, Dad, I love the room.”

  “Let’s test out the cot—”

  “You want me to go in first, or you?”

  “Hmm. I was thinking, since I have a baby in my hand, that he should be the first to go in?”

  “I can’t argue with you there, Robbie.”

  When Steven settled down, we rocked the cot together, then went downstairs and stood in the kitchen. Sean jumped up onto the counter, and I gave a tiny leap to kiss his forehead…which wasn’t needed since I could easily reach Sean’s lips. But it was fun for both of us. I did it a few times, until Sean gave me a playful kick in the middle of my rump that helped me up.

  “Physical abuse already? Tut-tut-tut!”

  “I’ll have to site it as not being able to reach your bum from up here.”

  “Keep your hands to yourself,” I said this with a kittenish tone.

  Sean liked that very much.

  “That came out teasingly, but I’m serious. I need to recover after pushing out our little hunk upstairs.”

  “So that’s what happens once you…uh…once you push a baby out?”

  “Yeah. So, no fun time for you.”

  “We can find ways of making that work.”

  “Right!” I opened a bottle of sparkling water and it fizzed onto the kitchen floor. “I’ll clean it later.” I felt lazy. “You didn’t tell me about who bought the house? You screamed it on the phone and you had the doctor and nurse laughing.”

  “Oh yeah!” Sean jumped down and ran into the front room.

  I followed with a curious brow and stood at a position where I could see Sean sending a text and then laying his phone on the table.

  “You reminded me that I had to confirm my return date to meet the buyer. He wants to meet me. We could maybe take Steven for a trip?”

  “To California?”

  “Yeah. After we register our family out here first.”

  “I forgot all about that.”

  “Well, it has to be done. How are you feeling about that?”

  “Going from pack-less to having a pack is a big move for me after all these years. I might feel like I’m signing my life away.”

  “Liza said she’ll take us, since your car is in the garage and you wouldn’t let me look at it.”

  “Sean, you need your rest—”

  “I’m a mechanic. You could’ve saved some money—”

  “I’m not arguing with you now.” I tried not to smirk. “They’ll do a better job than you will.”

  “Thank God Liza is here, because I was just about to throw you to Steven.”

  “Leave Steven out of this! He’d take my side anyways.”

  With the changes that came with the Beta movement, many in the community found that life would be improved if they stuck to their attempts at working toward the green light. And that shone brightly on Mark, who the council had decided should be hired as the new manager that would front a funded course that managed Betas without work and an education. It did mean though, that Alphas and Omegas would have to find a way to deal with one section now lacking in their favour.

  We were heading to the registry office by foot. “Sean, I don’t want Steven to have a little sister for now.” I was content with Steven for the foreseeable future. But the idea of a little brother and sister stimulated Sean into overtime in the bedroom; and I didn’t want to put him off the sex-drive or enthusiasm. “I don’t want to put you off though. Keep trying to get into my pants.”

  “Very funny, Robbie.”

  “The healing process takes time.”

  “I know that. I just want to speed it up, so we can get onto the matter of another.”

  “Why not think of your cousin in the news? That’s a matter that should be discussed.”

  “I’m proud of him—”

  “Really? Not too long ago, you didn’t want him to join the Beta movement. And your mission to have him leave failed.”

  “I see it as me recognizing that I can’t influence the stubborn.” Sean checked on Steven in the pram. “I want Steven to be the same: don’t influence those who are leading others in the right way,” he said that to the baby who gurgled his reply.

  “That’s real deep, Sean. I’m sure Steven understands every word that comes out of your mouth.” Sarcasm reined its head all over Sean.

  “Don’t underestimate babies, Robbie. They know more than burps and poops.”

  The Alaskan community centre was ram-packed with Betas and Omegas who had come to witness Mark introducing the new course that solved some of the issues that starved Alaska. We found it hard to manoeuvre our pram without introspective glares and nosey-snouts peeping inside to see Steven soundlessly asleep.

  I went on ahead to get inside, but Sean wanted to speak with his cousin before he joined. “Sure. I’ll meet you in there. There’s a que, so I’ll let you know when to come in.”

  Sean gave me a peck on the lips, and then he went off to find Mark.

  Sean

  Mark was inside the same part of the centre that held the council meeting the day Robbie announced he was pregnant. He was preparing himself to be the head speaker with the council who would be seated on the seven available chairs behind the main mic. Shelby would arrange the seating differently, which now had a more hexagonal shape for listeners to have a close-knit feel. And it carried on all the way back to the end of the room.

  Another Beta member was assisting with the wiring and sound checks. I watched as he ran all sorts of coloured cables around the room; stuck them down with duct tape; and then placed the mic back on the speech-stand for Mark later.

  They were also going to use a wireless mic for those who had questions for Mark and the council.

  “You come to offer us some help, Sean?”

  “Na. I was just passing through and thought I’d come and see you. I came out with Robbie and Steven.”

  Mark came down from the platform with papers in his hands. “Ah, nice. You going to come and listen tonight?”

  “Don’t make me repeat what I just said.”

  “I know. But that’s now. What about later?”

  “Later, me and Robbie want to find out if we can book a cheap flight to California with our little one.”

  “Why are you going back to Cali? I thought this was your home now.”

  “It is. But I need to finalize some things with my house.”

  “Oh wow! So, it’s all sold and ready to be shipped to another bachelor?”

  “Why do you assume it’s an Alpha?”

  “Who else is going to buy a place that’s smaller than a tool shed?”

  “Hey, my home isn’t smaller than a shed. It suited me fine for the last five years.”

  “You were never there. The last time I stayed with you we had to share your single bed because you said the floor had some trouble with mice. Is that all gone now?”

  “Can you send your blessings to my sold home and not bring up the cob webs?”

  Mark thrashed his papers on my chest in a good mood. “I’m just playing! You sold your home and found a nice Omega to go with it. I can’t believe it. But that’s how the globe has rotated for you.”

  “And you…you’re now working where you wanted to. Guess things worked out ok?”

  “Yeah. For now, I can be content that a Beta has a position that doesn’t involve a yes sir, can I please scoop up your shit! I really let them have it when you left that day. And if it wasn’t for a few Alphas backing all us up, we wouldn’t be here with a six-week course that gains a certificate; and then the license to be able to work in various cities in Alaska. All that hard stubbornness has paid off.”

  “I hope I can keep on trailing through Alaska and pick up work in the same way.”

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bsp; “Don’t worry. They might be cutting back, but I finally see what you mean about not uprooting Alphas from their responsibility to be able to work if they find themselves impregnating an Omega out of their current postcode. I’m going to work something out for you.”

  “So, my mission was successful?”

  “If you mean in the sense of me not joining the Beta movement, then no. But seeing that Alphas, Omegas, and Betas need to work as one…then hell-to-the-yes! You did help me broaden my vision.”

  And straight after that, I received a text from Robbie that he was at the desk and wanted me to be there before he signed any documents. It was a big moment for us both… and I ran to the registry office — which could be accessed through the downstairs of the council building and then down a short corridor – and through the double doors.

  Robbie had the pen in his hand and Steven in the other. He looked over to me; I had my hands out to take Steven and then kissed him on the forehead. And then we both came close to the desk; bent down together; and Robbie registered our names in full: alongside Steven when the question asked if we had a child.

  “Just one more box to tick before I slide this over, Sean.”

  “What box is that?”

  “The confirmation of me no longer being pack-less.”

  With a smile I watched him mark the box. I pulled him to me and wrapped him and Steven into a hug. “I love you,” I whispered.

  “We love you too,” Robbie replied, kissing me soundly.

  With a grin we left the office, and I was ready to get started on making our new pack bigger.

  Leading His Omega

  Alphas of Alaska - Book 5

  Chapter 1

  Evan

  “Stick close, Evan, or I’m going to have Bryson send you back,” my Alpha father’s voice growled.

  He didn’t even turn around to look at me. We were at the Alaskan Shifter Council Gala, and my Alpha father had stopped to make sure I kept to our agreement before going in.