“On it,” Kingsley said, racing to grab a glass. He pressed it gently to her lips, his face soft with awe and adoration.
Even Kyle stirred at her voice, trembling, hand twitching toward her before promptly flopping back down again like some fragile Victorian hero in need of a fainting couch.
“Pathetic,” Kendrick muttered.
“Leave him,” Kat panted, voice sharp but breathless. “Better one i***t unconscious than four of you panicking.”
Dr. House actually laughed at that. “She’s not wrong,” he muttered, shaking his head like this was the fifth time in history he’d seen a human alpha completely lose it in front of something biological.
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Hours stretched.
Labor wasn’t a battle. In battle, adrenaline kept you sharp. Here, you waited. Watched. Whispered love and encouragement. Tried not to
