Wild Ride: An M/M Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle

by Preston Walker

  Throwing back his head, Jack let out a short howl. Without even noticing that he had transformed, he ducked down low and then threw himself at the alpha’s soft, exposed stomach.

  His front paws crumpled beneath the force as the wolf lunged, but the rest of his body carried through. Tangled together, alpha and omega crashed hard back to the earth and then sprang away from each other again.

  Just then, Jack felt it. The discomfort in his stomach returned for only a moment, and he felt it.

  Just as he was often aware of Tristan’s emotions and activities deep within his soul, he felt something else come to life inside him. It was very small and weak, a little blue pulse of something, a mere shadow of a feeling, but it was there. Jack knew that he was feeling the presence of his child, and something awoke within him.

  Agatha would have called it maternal instinct. Jack only felt it as a burning rage and an urge to attack, a surge of strength that set all his fur on end.

  The grey wolf was rounding back for another attack, its enormous paws pounding in the dirt.

  Jack held his ground and raised his tail high up over his back in a way that omegas never did.

  Startled and affronted by the display of dominance, the shapeshifter opened its fangs for a killing bite and leapt.

  Still, Jack did not move until the instant before those jaws were about to shut. Then he staggered to the side.

  The alpha bit nothing but fur, and then his front paws slid as Jack’s body collided with them. He was too heavy to regain his balance, and he collapsed roughly onto his side.

  Jack gathered his feet beneath him and leapt up into the air to land hard on the alpha’s back. His weight was so insignificant that it didn’t do much, but he grabbed onto the wolf’s back and sank his fangs into the back of its neck as hard as he could.

  The wolf howled in pain and tossed its head, throwing its body around and bucking, but Jack gripped the animal with renewed strength and bit down harder than he had ever bitten anything in his entire life. Blood spurted into his mouth but still he kept biting, enraged and unwilling to let go.

  Beneath him, the wolf was starting to kick and spasm more than it was struggling. It was dying, eyes fluttering, chest spasming for breath as its spine was severed by Jack’s crushing bite.

  Suddenly, in a last-ditch attempt to escape, the wolf threw itself to the side. Jack grunted hard as his legs were smashed beneath the bigger wolf, but he refused to lessen his grip even one little bit.

  Before too long, the struggle ceased.

  The dead alpha wolf slumped against the ground. Its paws twitched once more, and then it was still.

  Jack released its neck and backed away, shifting into a human halfway through and falling back onto his ass. Breathless, he wiped blood from his mouth and then spit on the ground. Shaking and exhausted, he looked down at what he had done and shuddered.

  For a long time, he sat there and shuddered.

  Eventually, one of the hunters came across him. Tristan was summoned, and Jack told his story before the council.

  He left out the part about his pregnancy. Agatha watched him seriously, but she said nothing.

  In the end, it was decided that Jack was in the right to defend himself from an unwarranted attack. The alpha—whose named turned out to be Bryce—was buried in the forest like an unnamed child.

  “At least he’s finally good for something,” Tristan growled.

  Jack just turned away. For the next day or so, he remained sullenly in bed. His eyes were open, and he did not sleep.

  All of this is wrong, he thought, and shuddered again. He felt like he was being torn in two. The life he wanted was one he would never have.

  I guess I just have to accept it now.

  That was the hardest thing he had ever done, but as he lay there he decided that he had had enough of feeling sorry for himself. That was what an omega did. They let themselves be pulled into situations, and then they felt sorry for themselves for being incapable of changing who they were.

  Jack was not going to be like that.

  Closing his eyes now, he searched for the blue light inside him that was the wriggling soul of his unborn cub. Fierce protectiveness and love like he had never known before washed over him. It was true that he hadn’t been given any control over this situation, but he could control it now and make the best of it for what it was.

  He was pregnant, and mated to Tristan.

  Jack was not a lone wolf, and he was never meant to be. And Agatha was wrong on this. It wasn’t just biology. He could have kept going against his instincts, but now he made the choice to be himself as much as he could while belonging to these new roles.

  And the only way to do that was to go all in with everything.

  Sighing softly, he hugged his arms around his stomach.

  When morning came, he walked out of the cabin to see Tristan watching for him.

  “Are you okay?” his alpha asked with true worry in his eyes.

  Breathing deeply, Jack nodded. “It was hard,” he said, “but I am now.”

  Chapter 14

  Two weeks later, Tristan decided to see if anyone would tell him why Jack had been even weirder lately than he already was.

  He could understand Jack being upset by having to kill someone else, but the omega seemed especially guarded about the whole situation and refused to talk about it again. Plus, his behavior really wasn’t that of someone who was suffering through a crisis, as many did when they made their first kill. For most wolves, that first kill that really affected them was a large prey animal, like a deer.

  Having to kill another of your own kind was the worst feeling in the entire world, but that wasn’t Jack’s problem.

  The omega had become suddenly very affectionate, and yet also extremely territorial. He was constantly moody, swapping back and forth between happiness and snapping at Tristan with anger. Sometimes, those snaps were actual bites, causing Tristan to have to lurch back out of range or else risk getting chomped by his own mate.

  And even more recently, the omega was experiencing bouts of nausea.

  As soon as he could, Tristan got Agatha alone.

  The doctor watched him approach her in her clinic. Her eyes were warm but wary. Tristan knew instantly. “You know what’s making Jack feel so out of sorts lately, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

  “Yes, I do,” Agatha said calmly.

  Tristan blinked. He hadn’t been expecting to win so quickly.

  However, Agatha wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. She just frowned at him slightly. “Under doctor-patient confidentiality, I can’t tell you. You’ll have to ask him yourself.”

  “I am your leader!” Tristan said, growling very deeply. He squared his shoulders with anger. “You will tell me everything I want to know, and you will tell me now.”

  “Sorry,” Agatha replied. She had an understanding look on her face, but he could feel that she was serious. He frowned. Her expression softened, and she reached out to place her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, but this is way too important for you to hear from me. It’s not bad news at all. I promise. In fact, I think you’ll be rather happy about it.”

  He growled again and glared at her, and then turned his back on her. She was useless, but also correct. He would just have to talk to Jack about it. Hopefully, the omega would be in a good enough mood to discuss his issues.

  Looking around, he tried to reach out with his senses and find his mate, but there was no sign of him. Noticing Derrick walking by, Tristan called out for him.

  The hunter came over, pushing hair out of his face to look up at his leader. “What is it?” he asked politely. “Anything I can help with?”

  “Have you seen Jack?”

  Derrick frowned. “I’m not sure. Let me ask...Laura!”

  A rare alpha female poked her head out from around a nearby corner. Her body was thick with muscle. “What?”

  Tristan held back a snort of amusement at her abrupt
tone.

  Derrick said, “Didn’t you say that you saw Jack earlier?”

  Laura nodded, emerging fully from behind the building now to speak. “I was taking a group out to hunt near the lower river, where it cuts through that sloping valley, when we scented him. He was standing out there by himself. We moved on because we needed to find a new place to hunt if he was going to be there scaring off all the prey.”

  Tristan gave an amused little snort. That sounded like Jack, alright. When he was in his good moods, the omega had taken to flouncing ungracefully through the forest as if he hadn’t ever learned how to be stealthy. “I’ll head there, then. Thank you.”

  His packmates nodded to him and continued off on their way.

  I really hope you aren’t out there feeling sorry for yourself.

  Rather than transform and show up naked, Tristan decided to just walk there as himself. It was definitely a change of pace, for sure. The forest felt a little more intimidating when he wasn’t in charge of it, commanding the trees and the sky with his speed and strength. As a human, he felt decidedly small.

  Yet, somehow, he still managed to scare Jack.

  He was still standing right where Laura had said he would be, staring down into the water with one hand on his stomach. Tristan made as much noise as he could, but even by the time he had gotten near, he could tell that Jack was still unaware of him. His mate had a mysterious feel about him now.

  “Jack?” he called out.

  The omega squealed and spun around, still holding tight to his stomach. When he saw it was Tristan, he relaxed—but only a little. “You scared the shit out of me!” he swore. “Don’t do that!”

  Tristan grunted. “I deliberately made tons of noise as I was coming over here so you could know that I was coming. Do you feel okay?”

  Jack relaxed down slightly. “Yes, I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

  “Somehow I think that you actually mean that for once,” Tristan snorted softly. “I just wanted to check on you. Agatha said you had something to tell me?”

  For a moment, his words hung out in the open. Jack had a weird expression on his face, but it slowly passed and then he shook his head. “I don’t. Not...not yet, anyway.”

  Tristan was baffled and slightly irritated. “What do you mean not yet? The answer is either yes or no.”

  Finally, the omega turned towards him. Equal irritation shone in his eyes. “You’ll get the answer when I want to give you the answer. Until then, why don’t you go do something? Go bother someone else or something, okay? Maybe work out.”

  Tristan was about to growl when he realized that Jack was smiling slightly, playing with him. “Maybe you should go work out with me. You’re looking particularly well-fed lately.”

  Jack scowled, but it was true. The omega had been eating like crazy lately and had definitely filled out a little around the stomach and hips. However, Tristan thought that he liked it. It made his mate look softer somehow.

  “You’re the one who looks like they eat too much!” Jack fired back. He reached out and lightly batted at Tristan’s shoulder.

  Calmly, the alpha caught his wrist. “Did you just call me fat?”

  “What if I did?” Jack said. His eyes flashed. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Growling softly, Tristan tugged the omega in very close to his body. Their hips pressed together, and they stared fiercely into each other’s eyes.

  The urge to mate with him came fiercely over Tristan, hitting him like an ocean wave. His cock stiffened in his pants, trying to reach Tristan’s. A soft moan caught in his throat, and he lowered his head to roughly kiss the omega.

  However, when Jack willingly touched their lips together, some of that roughness seemed to melt away. Tristan blinked, a little stunned at this development, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it. Jack’s lips were soft and sweet beneath his, and Tristan kept kissing him. Their lips rubbed against the other’s, and he felt Jack’s mouth open slightly beneath his. Desire ran through his blood, and he slid out his tongue to try and catch a taste of the omega.

  However, Jack backed away teasingly. Frustrated and eager for a taste, the alpha thrust his tongue deep into the omega’s mouth.

  Jack moaned against him, giving up his tongue with a shiver. Tristan claimed it gladly, curling his tongue around the other’s and sucking on it.

  He felt his mate’s excitement growing. Practically shaking, Tristan struggled to hold onto some semblance of his self-control, but he quickly became lost to the sensation as Jack started to buck and grind his pelvis against Tristan’s.

  Grabbing onto him, Tristan tore roughly at his clothes until they lay in a scattered pile in the grass. The omega backed away, however.

  “I don’t want any!” he said, even though his member was as swollen as it could be by now.

  “Then what do you want?” Tristan growled.

  In answer, Jack dropped down to his knees and reached for the front of Tristan’s jeans. The alpha stiffened and took a deep breath, reaching out to hold onto the omega’s curly hair.

  “You don’t have to,” he said breathlessly. “I can...”

  “Shut up, you pervert,” Jack said affectionately. He looked up at Tristan from beneath his bangs and grinned, the expression at once juvenile and endearing. “Let me do this for you.”

  Yes, please, he thought, and shut his eyes tightly. Nimble fingers undid the front of his jeans, and then Jack’s hand was sliding inside to grab at his swollen shaft and pull it out.

  He loved the appreciative little sound that Jack made. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Jack murmured breathlessly.

  Tristan held onto his hair even tighter as he trembled. The omega’s warm breath heated his skin, making his whole body start to shake.

  “Then take it. Put my dick in your mouth, Jack...”

  Jack actually started to giggle. Tristan shook even harder as small puffs of hot breath kept hitting his shaft. “You suck at dirty talk. What kind of pervert can’t talk dirty?”

  “Maybe that will convince you I’m not a pervert!” Tristan growled. He dug his fingers very hard against Jack’s head, clutching at his hair and refusing to let go. Steadily, he started to pull Jack’s face closer to his member.

  Jack looked up at him, his eyes sparking with something, but just then he was silenced by the tip of Tristan’s dick slipping into his mouth. Since he couldn’t really talk with his mouth full, he decided to suck instead.

  Pure pleasure shook Tristan’s whole entire body. Gasping and shaking, he tossed his head back and let out a loud whimper. He felt Jack’s warm, wet mouth take him in, pulling on him. Each suck was like the omega was trying to suck the brass off a doorknob, making his hips buck and his member tremble. Heat climbed up the tube of his shaft, burning at his tip.

  Then, the omega’s tongue made a reappearance and slid over his tip. Tristan threw his head back and saw stars. Red flashes and fiery starbursts formed before his eyes, exploding back and forth as the omega worked his magic.

  Somehow, this felt so much better than when Jack was in heat. Tristan wasn’t quite sure why, except maybe for the fact that Jack was quite obviously way more into this. He was doing this of his own volition and putting all the skill he had into sucking on Tristan.

  His toes curled against the ground, the muscles in his legs going taut. His ass felt very tight, spasms squeezing his muscles even tighter every single time they came.

  “Ah...Jack...” Tristan grunted. He released the omega’s hair and then just held onto his head, forcing him deeper onto his cock.

  Jack made a muffled little sound; the pulling of his throat on Tristan’s member as he tried to speak sent the alpha over the edge and into a shaking, trembling fit of pleasure. Heat surged up inside him and spilled out into the omega’s mouth.

  For a moment, he was lost to the world.

  Then, he came crashing back down when his orgasm ended. Gasping, he looked around and was almost startled to s
ee that he was still standing. He had been so sure for a moment that he was falling through an abyss of those colors that even now still danced behind his eyes.

  Jack straightened up, wrapped his arms around Tristan’s neck, and kissed him. Tristan tasted the salt of his own fluids on the other’s lips and kissed him back. It was somehow sweet and chaste all at the same time, despite the actions they had just performed together.

  “Thank you for that,” Tristan finally said after a moment.

  Jack gave a little huff. “You don’t thank someone after having sex! I’m not a prostitute or something.”

  Tristan gave a little laugh, but he saw that Jack really didn’t mean it. He looked very cute and wild in that moment, and Tristan felt his heart throb with something very warm and special.

  When did I start falling for you? he wondered to himself, and then shook his head. It was unavoidable.

  They were mates, and he suddenly realized that he had been falling for quite a long time now. It was bound to happen, he just hadn’t been aware of it up until now.

  As he realized this, a sort of peace came over him. Jack would tell him whatever his big secret was in his own time.

  Chapter 15

  Pain woke him.

  Doubling up with agony, Jack grabbed at his stomach and let out a pained gasp. It felt like his stomach was quivering, and he could feel rippled going through his abdomen like waves lapping against a beach. Panic filled his mind and he knew that he should get up and get some help for this, but all he could do was stay curled up in on himself while his stomach tried to tear itself to pieces.

  It’s the baby. It’s the baby, isn’t it? Am I losing it?

  Frantic and yet somehow clear-minded beneath the panic, he wondered where he could have possibly gone wrong. He had gotten plenty of exercise, and eaten right, and he took all the disgusting pills that Agatha tried to feed him. How could he have possibly messed up this pregnancy?