Breeding is a full time job. And while Kurt is both delighted and fulfilled by the work, they're also left exhausted. Every inch of them is pummeled raw, to the point where they have gone through a whole jar of nettle salve ever since Alpha started seriously trying to get them pregnant.

It feels like it's worked though. Kurt can't be sure, not yet, but it really feels like his seed has taken. As they lay in the grass with their youngest mate, one hand at his nape and the other cupping their own stomach, the aches and pains of burgeoning pregnancy doesn't even register over the sheer bliss. They'll start showing soon. They can't wait.

In the combined warmth of the sun and their joy, Kurt has almost fallen asleep when Benji suddenly perks up, startled by something the human can't hear. "Mmmn... musta dozed off. What's happening, sweet-bee?" They scratch behind his ear, rubbing sleep from their eyes. It's only then they notice him growling. "Wait, wh-what's wrong?"