A/N:  1) Sorry for those of you who haven't read The Third Wheel, hope you won't be bored because this is another chapter exclusively focused on Kyle & his mates...

2) Please don't expect too much realism here... I have yet to meet a werewolf in labour.

Warning: m-preg.

KYLE'S POV

Should I try to get in touch with Alex again? And say what? Hey, old pal, how have been things going? Can't believe so much time has passed since last time when you tried to kill me!

Okay, I know I am a bit unfair here, pardon me, I can never completely stop being sarcastic -don't y'all go thinking that being pregnant made me a tidy bit nicer.

I feel much better since Alex explained everything to me, a few weeks ago. In the end, he refused to kill me, defying Adrien's orders, and that's what matters. It doesn't matter if he was befriending the Alpha's enemy pack. He was in love, he needed affection, still needs it. I can now understand him a bit better, my tormented friend with his bottled-up emotions.

Maybe the reason he could always understand me so well was because he and I are a bit similar.

While we don't lack empathy, when it comes to ourselves, we don't take our own pain seriously.

Been there, Alex. Done that.

I used to be mad at myself for feeling so much pain.

I thought I had no valid reason to be this sad. I was, after all, the jealous teenager who had tried to sexually assault one of his best friends. My mates are now always reminding me that I was young, that I was under the influence of the suppressants at that time and that I couldn't feel properly because of my uncle's cruelty towards me.

They're not wrong, but at the same time, my behaviour was still condamnable and horrendous. What I did - tried to do, was wrong, no matter how you look at it. I will never forget Nate's desperate pleas for help, or the way Darren had looked at me that night when he found me on the bed, on top of his mate.

I never want to loose control again like this. It took me time to admit to my mates that for many nights after the "incident", as some people call it, I was afraid of myself. I was afraid that something was wrong with me, and that I might try again to do such a despicable thing like this in the future. I was terrified at the idea of being nothing but a monster, who doesn't deserve to be loved - who might not even deserve to live.

Thanks to Nate and Darren's stuborness, I have been "seeing someone", as the saying goes.

Okay, I have been talking to a shrink. Me. Kyle. The werewolf who used to be as closed-off as a shell.

He told me that the reason why I was always running until exhaustion, why I kept taking suppressants even after my uncle's death was because I wanted to always be in control. Apparently, I thought that everything coming from me was necessarily wrong, and that I could never again let go, act without thinking or follow my instincts.

There are things that will always escape our control, though. Unbelievingly, a few years later Darren and Nate, my former best friends and happily mated packmates were back in my life. During the Mating Ceremony, the three of us were equally shocked to learn that I was their mate.

Alright, that's not exactly true. They were livid. Furious beyond words. As for me, I was terrified. Terrified of what I could do to them. At least, when I was alone, the risks of being a nuisance was much lower. I couldn't take the risk of having a soulmate, much less two.

I would never have thought in a billion years that the three of us could have made it this far. Look at us, now. We can never stay separated for too long. In the intimacy of our house, we can't stop touching each other, we can talk about the most silly to deeper topics for hours. We can never stay mad against each other very long.

Look at me. I am pregnant with their pup, for Goddess' sake. 

I am not the broken man, full of self-hatred I once was. I live happily with two fantastic werewolves that I adore. It doesn't mean that I never doubt myself, or that I always love myself as I should.

Fortunately, they are always here for me, in the good times and in the bad times. They can always sense whenever something is wrong, and it's the same for me - although I think everyone could notice a moody, brooding Nate, as this is definitely not a common sight!

There is something I didn't tell my mates, though. When I looked at Alex, that day in the chalet, I saw myself. I mean, I saw the guy I was before, the guy that doesn't want to be seen.

I can hear the voices that are screaming inside his head, as loud as if they were screaming in mine.

Treacherous. Unworthy. Wrong. Unforgivable. Unlovable.

The only difference between us is that now the voices in my head are quiet, most of the time anyway and when they start whispering their nasty melody, I know how to keep them at bay.

The solution to make the voices quiet? You have to talk, then the voices will progressively stop talking. Do you know why the voices can be so persistent? Because they want you to shut up, to keep all your negatives emotions for yourself and most of all, they want you to believe every word they're saying against you.

I am worried about Alex, because I can tell he can still hear those voices loud and clear. I am worried about him because he is living in a dangerous place. The only reason why I haven't try harder to convince him to come back with us to the pack is because of Malik. The love they have for each other cannot be denied, although they might not be aware of it yet - especially Alex.

I am worried about him like an anxious parent worries about their child.

Speaking of which....

"Kyle? Kyle? Oh, Kyle, dear mate of mine, bearer of all my future children, beautifully submissive werewolf, are you here with us?"

"Uh?" I ask stupidly, before looking down at Nate. I haven't even realized that the sneaky Beta has managed to make me sit on his laps, like an overgrown infant. He must really like the position, because I am sure I am crushing him a bit with this enormous belly.

"I don't want you to feel bad about it but you - kinda had- an "incident" he mumbles, sounding slightly disgusted, although he immediately takes my hand in his and says in a soothing tone: "It's okay. It happens, especially when you're pregnant, I guess"

I look in horror at his now very wet knee. Did I really - did I pee on my mate?

"God, Nate baby, you're so dense" Darren sighs, before looking at me excitedly: "Kyle, love, your water just broke!"

I get up quickly, suddenly feeling confused and terrified. "I'm sorry I will -urh, go to the bathroom and clean up a bit"

Before I even have time to take more than three paces in the direction of the bathroom, I am being lifted by a strong pair of arms.

For once, Nate doesn't say anything and just walks along Darren, who carries me bridal-style to the Doctor's house. I don't even try to protest that I can walk, but that doesn't stop me from flipping the bird at my pack mates who look at us with both amused and fond expressions.

"Go on, Kyle! It's like taking a heavy shit, you'll feel better once it's done!"

"Aww, what a beautiful picture the three of you make! I swear, Kyle, you look cuter and cuter as time goes by."

"It will be okay, Kyle! Don't worry about your poo-hole! I'm sure your mates have loosened you up enough, you'll be fine"

"Hehe, you look like a baby like this, Kyle! And here I was thinking that babies couldn't have babies!"

"Don't listen to them, although they are just teasing" Darren whispers in my ear. "Once the baby is here, I will make sure they have to do the dishes of the whole pack for a week! Nobody is making fun of the Alpha's mate!"

We eventually arrive to the Doctor's house and I have to undress and put on a white gown, before laying on the bed.

"And now, Doctor?"

"Now, we wait."

~~~~~~ A couple of hours later...

"Come on, baby!"

"Push harder! You can do it!"

I try my best to push harder, drops of perspiration rolling down my face. I probably don't look great right now, but I don't care. Before the contractions started, I was a bit ashamed because my body was very visible under the gown and then I was asked to open my legs wide, revealing my most intimate place.

I am beyond caring now. There are just a Doctor, it's his job, plus my mates present in the room. I have nothing to hide to my mates, they have seen everything. I just want the baby to go out. It hurts. It hurts so freaking much.

"The baby's almost there, Kyle" the doctor, Jean, a decent guy although a little aloof sometimes, tells me in an encouraging tone. "Push as hard as you can"

I tighten my grip on my mates' hand and push so hard I feel like my stomach is breaking, before my hole is stretched out to it's maximum.

Yes, there is nothing sexy about werewolf pregnancy, I am telling you. Sorry to all the m-preg fans in the world. This is not one of your bxb story you like so much. This is reality, and reality hurts. Reality is messy.

"Ouin"

"He's here! The baby is here! You did it, Kyle!" Darren exclaims, before giving me a chaste kiss on the lips. His kiss is salted, and that's when I realize he's crying.

I tiredly raise my head, to find the doctor leaving the room with our baby in his arms. "I'm coming back soon" he promises me with a knowing smile. "I'm just going to quickly clean this little girl up"

"She, the baby is a she! Don't be so gendered-biased, Darren" Nate corrects him, before kissing me too.

"Don't tell me you are both crying! My mates are real crybabies"

"Well, you are too" Nate snifles, before carefully putting his arms around me.

True to his words, the Doctor is back a few minutes later, and I won't try to describe what I felt when he put my daughter against my chest.

"She looks like the three of us" I mumble in awe. "So beautiful"

"Well, I agree that she is beautiful, but frankly I think that's because she looks more like me"

"Shut up, Nate!"

"You're going to be parents, but I swear you're worst than children. Yes, even you, Alpha! Don't look at me like that!" the Doctor sighs with a fond expression, before adding "I will give you some privacy. Let me just check that everything is okay with Kyle, then I will be in the next room"

Fortunately, it turned out that everything is okay with me. Even my asshole is quickly returning to his normal size, as the Doctor needlessly pointed out. Our daughter, Rim, which means 'gazelle' in Arabic, is sleeping soundlessly in Nate's laps, who suddenly looks much more adult than usual. It would make a perfect picture, but I don't have the energy to move, so I just take a picture in my head, I know I won't forget this moment no matter how long I live.

"Alright, Kyle. Time to clean you up" Darren whispers against my ear, before gently massaging my scalp.

I look down between my legs, disgusted by what I find there. Blood, mostly, but even.. Yes, you got it. I blush and try to avert my eyes, but he doesn't let me, lifting my chin with one of his finger before smiling at me.

"You don't have to do it, Dar"

"It's alright. I don't mind. Don't be embarassed, baby. We are so proud of you"

Once again I am being carefully lifted up - I hope they will remember at some point that I can walk - in Darren's warm arms. Nate winks at me, giving me a soft smile that warms up my heart, before returning to the contemplation of his daughter.

I rest my head back against Darren's shoulder in the tube, closing my eyes in contentment as he starts lathering my hair with shampoo.

I hope everyone in his life feels at least once the way I am feeling now.

Hey! So, it was my first time writing m-preg, hope I didn't suck at it too much! Between you and me, I felt kinda emotional writing this chapter... My baby is having a baby ! Finally! T.T (Okay, I definitively need a life lol). I will edit ASAP, but if there are some shameful errors that are hurting your eyes more than cutting onions would, please let me know!

Have a nice day/night, drink water, brush your teeth, love yourself xxxx