Nolan, on the other hand, looked blissfully happy—his eyes glazed over, a dopey smile on his face, and his hair completely messed up. It was kind of adorable, and I grinned as I waddled closer
“Is he yours?” the nurse asked, raising her brows at me.
I bit back a smile and nodded. Nolanwasmine. My omega liked that thought a little too much, if I was brutally honest with myself.
She visibly sagged in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. He has been a handful.”
“We’ll get him home,” Wilder assured her, stepping forward and opening his arms with a massive smile. “Hello, brother.”
“Wilder!” Nolan shouted, flinging himself into Wilder’s arms with equal excitement. He was wobbly, at best, unable to stay upright unless Wilder was holding him with an arm under Nolan’s.
“What are you doing here? I can’t feel anything,” he said in an overly dramatic whisper.
“We’re here to take you home.” I rubbed his back gently.
When he looked over at me, his eyes were glassy. The lights were on, but no one was home. “You’re really pretty. Areyoutaking me home?” he asked in an awestruck voice.
Biting back a laugh, I looked at Wilder pleadingly. How was I supposed to get this alpha home when he was so intoxicated?
“Nolan, let me tell you a little secret. She’souromega. We’re bonded,” Wilder whispered.
His eyes went wide, and he looked between us. I think he was attempting to move quickly, but Nolan was beyond sluggish and impaired by whatever the hell the dentist had given him.
Eyes wide, Nolan nodded at me. “Whoa.”
Getting Nolan into the car proved to be quite a challenge. He was more interested in hugging me and telling me how pretty I was.
Not that I minded a little adoration.
“How did I bagyou?” he asked in a dramatic whisper as we drove off.
We’d shoved him into the back seat while I sat in the front and Wilder drove—of course.
“Because your pack mate and I accidentally bonded in the back alley of a bar,” I said playfully, turning back to look at him.
“I forgot about that. Preston’s a lucky bastard. Wait, no—I’ma lucky bastard,” he muttered.
Wilder glanced in the rearview mirror. “We’re all very lucky.”
“How long did the dentist say this would last?” I asked.
Wilder shrugged. “They didn’t really say anything. They just shoved him in my direction and pushed us out the door. I get the impression he’s been a bit of a menace for the last hour, and they were happy to see him leave.”
“Why does my face feel funny?” Nolan asked, looking out the window with a thousand-yard stare.
“You just had a little dental work done, sweetie,” I assured him.
As we pulled up outside the house, I turned to Wilder. “You know you’re going to have to be the one to get him inside.”
“Oh, I know,” Wilder said, opening his door and getting out of the car.
Nolan was still sitting in the back seat, staring off into the distance. He didn’t even flinch when Wilder opened his door and waved a hand in front of his face.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered.
Wilder shrugged. “It’s funny.”
Crouching down, my pack mate grabbed Nolan in a fireman’s carry and hoisted him out of the car.
