Dr. Williams [Part 3] - Explaining the situation

As soon as the pair entered my room, I turned to Mary. "Now what brings you here?"

Mary was so enthusiastic she was practically jumping around, "My boyfriend—Jeremy—wants to make sure I'm... properly fertile." Her cheeks flushed pink as she gestured vaguely toward her abdomen. The way she said it—half-breathless, half-reverent—made my cock twitch against my stained scrubs.

Mary smiled looking at the man - Jeremy - in the corner, "And make sure my babies are alphas like him, not like my last husband's." The man - Jeremy - grinned back at her, flashing his teeth like a wolf.

I nodded, sliding my clipboard onto the counter. "Standard procedure then. We'll start by checking your heartbeat." My fingers trembled slightly as I snapped on gloves—not from nerves, but from the electric anticipation humming beneath my skin. Mary didn't hesitate, her boobs jutting towards me like an offering as she leaned forward.

The cold metal of the stethoscope trembled slightly against Mary's chest—not from my unsteady hands, but from the way her breath hitched as Jeremy stepped closer behind her, his broad shadow swallowing her petite frame whole. Her pulse thrummed wild beneath my fingertips, fluttering like a trapped bird as Jeremy's palm settled possessively on the back of her neck. "Breathe, baby," he murmured, his thumb stroking the delicate vertebrae there. Mary's nipples hardened instantly beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, twin peaks tenting the material as her heartbeat stuttered then raced.

As I inconspicuously felt Mary's melons, I tried to engage in some small talk. "So, when did he get you pregnant?"

Mary spoke up, "We first fucked yesterday." I was in awe, her belly and breasts seemed swollen already. "Woah, Jeremy's sperm must be super potent if your body's reacting this fast," I murmured, my fingers lingering on the soft swell beneath her blouse. Jeremy smirked, flexing his arms behind her. "Damn right," he said, his voice dripping with alpha pride.