Clara's Alpha was nice enough to escort Tyler and Lacy to the hospital. The Omegas helped the pregnant man up the steps and he was soon being taken to the delivery room on a stretcher.
Lacy, Clara, and her Alpha waited out in the lobby. Clara cuddled up to her male Alpha who was rather short but otherwise was quite lean and fit. He processed dark features with tiny eyes. His body seemed smoothed and practically hairless.
"Did you ever press charges against Theresa," Clara asked.
"I told them to not press charges but I wanted it on the record plus a copy of that report."
The doctor came out and beckoned for the three to come into the hospital room. They had moved Tyler from the delivery room to his room. He was holding the baby when they entered.
The Omegas and even the Alpha cooed when they saw the tiny baby with white fuzz on top of its head.
"Its a female." Tyler said allowing his friends to hold the baby. Knowing it was a female meant they had to wait until it reached puberty to know if it was an Alpha, Beta, or an Omaga.
"Aweee, my soon to be sister in law is so cute!" Lacy said.
Clara started laughing as she rocked the baby in her hands.
"Who's going to be on the birth certificate," the Alpha of Clara asked.
"Theresa of the Theresa Pack. She's not getting out of this that easy," he said. "We're still going to the courthouse, right?"
The three Omegas looked at the Alpha implying he would be escorting them once more.
The baby was soon taken from Tyler and placed in the omegatory ward. Lacy, Clara, and the Alpha proceeded to leave the hospital with Lacy being dropped off at home.
She entered into the foyer and looked in the spots where the blood once was. Lacy shook her head wanting to get those thoughts out of her mind.
Donald sat in Theresa's office a couple of days later, annoyed. He looked at his Alpha, disappointed. "Why are you going after your own daughters' Omega? Can't you control yourself?"
Their relationship wasn't built on being in love with one another. It was mostly built on friendship, trust, and platonic love. The two met when they were children with Donald originally being born in the Jones pack.
It was their parents who arranged for them to be together and soon the two had four children together. Two naturally with Theresa giving birth and then two via surrogate since Beta males couldn't give birth.
Theresa pulled at her chin and sat back in her chair. She looked down at the wound that was still healing on her hand.
"I allow you to have these encounters with others, even ones where you clearly took them by force but now, Theresa," clearly upset. "You're dragging our name through the mud. This will affect business. Who will want to have their house sold or bought by a company with so much drama in the ranks?"
Donald walked over to Theresa's desk.
"You haven't been compensating your last victim and he gave birth. Did you know that?"
Donald rarely scolded Theresa unless she completely stepped out of line and she did with going after Lacy.
"Listen, if you want their Omega then go through the proper channels of filing for a motion to do an Alpha duel. Don't put your daughters through this. Don't do this to your own flesh and blood."
Donald walked over to the chair he was originally sitting in reading the news on his phone before Theresa had come in. He picked up his suit case and straigten his blue blazer. He looked back at his wife.
"Stop doing stupid shit, fulfil your duties as an Alpha. I'm going to talk to the firm's publicist to do some damage control."
Theresa slammed herself in her chair and looked up at the cieling. She had never wanted an Omega so bad like Lacy. She rubbed the bump that was now her nose. First, she had been slapped in the restroom and now Theresa had her nose placed back into place, and her hand was healing from being stabbed.
What Omega does that to an Alpha? No Omega would dare to. Donald was right. She loved her children even if she was some what of an ass to them. Theresa would back off. Let them marry this Omega. There were others she could fuck. Easier said than done, Theresa would soon discover.
She leaned up and was about to get to work signing closures when a Beta walked in. "Here ya go," she said and gave Theresa a vanilla envelope. She rolled her eyes after the Beta had left and opened it.
She slammed the paper work down on her desk and got up. "Fuck," she said, trying to not be so loud. Tyler was requesting child support.
Donald walked by his daughter's office and nodded his head at her. That was his way of telling Samantha and Salmona that Theresa would back off and they could focus on the wedding.
Lacy, Clara, and Tyler walked into the courtroom. He gave his baby to one of the girls as he walked up to the podium to present his case. A few moments later, Theresa walked in with her legal team. They went to their podium and waited for the judge to come forth.
"The judge will be here shortly," said the security guard near the bench.
A Beta female was on her knees with her skirt hiked up. She wore black heels and had glasses on her face that matched her dark hair color. Her hands were touching the ground with her fingers spread out. Her tongue was out of her mouth like a dog lapping up water.
The Alpha female judge stood completely naked in front of her. The black robe was thrown to the side. She had one hand on her back hip as she jerked off her clit into the Beta's mouth.
They were quiet and quick. The Alpha took hold of the Beta's head and brought it closer to her clit. The head of the clit was now touching the Beta's lips.
The white liquid shot out into the Beta's mouth and dripped on her white blouse. The Alpha stuck her whole member into the Beta's mouth and fucked her face until her orgasm went through herself in waves.
"All rise," the guard said.
The judge entered into the court room looking professional as if nothing took place in the backroom. She sat down in her chair and informed the plaintiff to present their case.
Salmona opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk cartoon. She poured herself a glass and sat at the kitchen table while Samantha got dinner ready since Lacy was out 'running errands'...with an Alpha escort.
"So I've been watching male Alpha self suck videos and I think I wanna learn to suck myself," Salmona said.
"You're not big enough," Samantha said as she cracked a couple of eggs into the skillet. She was cooking home made ramen: six slices of bacon, paprika, white and regular pepper, and onion power for the broth. Followed by white onions, green onions, and purple onions, corn, and seaweed for the vegetables. The protein were three eggs over easy for all three of them and the slices of uncured bacon.
The front door opened. "I'M HOME!" Lacy took her shoes off in the foyer and walked into the kitchen. "Hmmm. It smells good." She gave Salmona a kiss on the cheek as well as Samantha.
"Salmona here, wants to suck her own clit," Samantha filled Lacy in. Lacy sat at the table and took a sip of Salmona's milk.
"You're not big enough," the Omega said.
"I'm seven inches!"
"No," Lacy corrected. "Don't get me wrong, you're very thick but Samantha is at least seven inches. You...you're, like, six...maybe five...probably four."
"SHUT UP! I am more than four inches!" Salmona's body practically flung itself out of her chair, but she remained seated during her temper tantrum.
"Like I said, you're very thick...its just, you know-a bit..."
Samantha placed their bowls of ramen in front of them with chopsticks.
"If you can stab our mother then you can surely tell her like it is," Samantha said. "She small."
While Lacy and Samantha managed to eat their ramen without getting messy due to laughing at Salmona. Salmona was practically burning with rage. She too was in fact. "I ain't no damn four inches," she said.