The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299

Yorick

Four Months Later

Life has been as difficult as Cyra and I expected it to be. Our pace is grueling, made more so because of Cyra’s pregnancy. Alpha Nevaeh has been incredible, working with us to make sure we didn’t fall behind in our studies. I know it’s a lot harder for Cyra, her body has changed a lot over the past few months and even after the nausea ended, she still suffered with more fatigue than usual.

However, having to be excluded from sparring has allowed her to become more knowledgeable of the pack’s management. While I attend sparring class every day, pushing myself harder and harder to ensure a place on the C–Squad, Cyra uses that time to work with my father. It’s amazing to me what she’s learning and how quickly she’s picking it up. I see it in her discussions with me each night when we talk about our day, but I also see it in our afternoon. classes. She has more insight than I do about how the things they are teaching us could impact a pack.

When we spoke to Alpha Nevaeh about Cyra’s pregnancy, we were worried what would happen once Cyra delivered. We know she’ll miss at least a week of school, but once she’s back, what do we do with the baby? We can’t leave our child unattended while we take afternoon classes. Knowing that we’ll still have four to five months of classes after she delivers, it was a real concern, not only for Cyra but for me as well. I didn’t want her pregnancy to interfere with her ability to achieve her goals.

The answer to our problem surprised us. The instructors all agreed that they would help us during afternoon classes. If they aren’t teaching the class, they are willing to watch our pup for us. It’s a half a day, five days a week, but it gives the instructors a little extra money, and we know that if anything should happen, we’re right there.

The packhouse is nearly complete. That has been a blessing for more than one reason. The timing of Cyra’s pregnancy gave us an opportunity to design our Alpha floor the way we wanted it. Knowing we would have a pup right away, we included an adjoining door to the room next to ours so we can have a nursery while our pups are young.

Beta Eric has also been able to design his floor for his future mate and pups, and in what I consider my first and best win against Quirin, Landon and Lila have been able to design their own Gamma floor, having chosen to become our Gammas.

That had been a huge weight off our shoulders. The transition of the pack to Beta Eric had been easy. He was already a Beta and those who were used to Beta Lewis knew he was ready for retirement. Gamma Elliot was thrilled to have an exit strategy and since Lila isn’t attending classes at the Academy, she and Elliot spend time together every day on video chat while he teaches her the ins and outs of being a Gamma. Much like me, Landon always gets a proud look on his face when Cyra and Lila begin talking about the pack and what’s going on. The two of them work well together and are already starting

to make decisions for our pack.

And since Lila is now pregnant too, it’s a good opportunity for our mates to have someone to talk to while they navigate their first pregnancy. Alpha Nevaeh has moved Cyra, Landon, Lila, and I to a quieter part of the Academy. That way our pups won’t keep the other students awake and the students who are up late partying won’t keep us and our pups awake.

There was one other thing that we’ve done that was very important to me and even more so to Cyra. It occurred to me during Arden’s trial, but with everything going on with the pregnancy, needing to make arrangements for continuing classes, making arrangements for Landon and Lila to start training as Gammas, it had taken longer than I wanted to approach the subject with Cyra.

When I did, she’d begun crying. She tried to blame it on pregnancy hormones, but I know it meant a lot to her. So, about a month ago, we made it official. We both changed our last names to Teymoori–Hill, hyphenating our names so the Teymoori name could continue through her bloodline.

When we’d told her Uncle and cousin that she was pregnant, they had asked if they could come see us after the baby is born. Cyra and I have made a point to call Alpha Arman weekly on our way back to the Academy so that we can stay in touch and build a stronger bond with them. We’ve started conversations about an alliance agreement and when they come for our pup’s birth or our graduation, we’ll sit down and finalize the agreement. I’m letting Cyra handle that because, well, she’s the real Alpha of our pack. She tells everyone that we’re partners, and the pack calls both of us Alpha, but in reality, she’s doing everything besides training our warriors. Neither of us mind, though. We both know my path is leading me elsewhere, at least for now, and hers is to lead our pack.

I watch her rubbing her large belly as we pack for our weekend home. I step up behind her, putting my hands on my son as Thad begins purring loudly She leans back against me, letting Thad’s purr ease her aches and our son’s restlessness. She’s very close to her delivery date and I’m hoping that when we see my mother again this weekend, we can decide if Cyra stays behind to have the baby in our pack or if she thinks Cyra has another week. Neither of us want her to deliver our pup at the Academy. I’m sure Dr. Johnston would be fine, but she’s not my mother. I’d feel a lot better if mom or even Kennedy were to deliver our pup. However, since Kennedy just delivered her triplets, all three boys, a set of identical twins and a fraternal triplet, she won’t be delivering any pups in the near future. Quirin was absolutely thrilled, although I heard that Kennedy had to yell at him again about passing out. Goddess. I hope I don’t pass out when it’s Cyra’s time.

My son shifts against my hands, and I gently rub Cyra’s stomach.

“He’s so big! He obviously takes after his father,” she groans.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I growl in her ear.

She grins, her eyes remaining closed. “It was meant as one. But this pup is running out of room. How the hell did Kennedy carry four?”

“They didn’t go full–term. Just like the triplets were born before our son, her quads were born a bit early as well.”

“How are Kennedy and the pups doing? Have you talked to her? Your father said the delivery was easy.”

“I haven’t talked to her, but I figured we could ask mom when we see her this weekend. I think she’s only leaving Quirin’s pack to come check on you and Lila.”

“Well, that and the other pups that have been born recently,” she says.

That has been another blessing in our pack. I’ve heard my mother’s mantra all my life about no one dying in her hospital. But when it’s your pack members, when it’s during a delivery for a pup they never intended to have, when both the mom’s and baby’s lives are on the line, her words mean so much more. All four of our older pregnant she–wolves had harder than normal pregnancies, but two nearly lost their pups, and one nearly died during delivery. It was only my mother’s expertise that saved them all.

Because the council was keeping tabs on those females, ready to add involuntary manslaughter to Stellan’s charges if any of them died, they knew it was my mother’s skill as a doctor that saved them. Now, they are practically begging her to become an instructor at the Academy. They’re willing to open an entirely new school of medicine for her to lead.

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