The doctor moved to the second breast.
“I see your n*****s are already producing some fluid,” the doctor noted calmly. “That can happen in early pregnancy, especially in response to stimulation or strong emotional connection to the Alpha.”
Lyra moaned.
She tried to cover it with a cough. She tried to sit up straighter. But her body wasn’t cooperating. Her legs trembled. Her p***y was soaked. And her chest was on display, n*****s hard and weeping while a stranger touched her in front of me.
And I lost it.
The doctor stepped back slightly, shifting her attention lower.
Her hands hovered over Lyra’s belly, then gently lowered. Her right palm rested softly just above Lyra’s pelvis, pressing with pressure against the barely-visible curve of her stomach.
She waited. Her hand stayed in p
