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thought the pink veins were thicker in appearance. The green of the Alpha's skin, usually so dark that the color he appeared almost black, now seemed lighter.
    "Alpha, what is wrong?" Dargon's hands wrapped around Zeus’s wrist, halting his inspection of Alpha.
    "What you see is a natural change. My coloring will lighten to be almost white by the time I give birth."
    Zeus glanced up to Dargon for reassurance.
    "You will be able to see a small bump form right about here." Dargon's fingertip touched a place at the base of his throat. The pink veins created a circular pattern around a small swelling in Alpha's skin. "The kit will grow to the size of a nut before he or she is born."
    Zeus wanted to touch Alpha, his fingers hovering at the edge of Alpha's body.
    "Go ahead. You will not harm us ." The laughter and happiness in Alpha’s voice reassured Zeus more than his words.
    Gently, he ran the tips of his fingers over the tiny swell and a burst of pride shot through him. Zeus gazed up at Dargon and grinned. All three of them created that tiny life.
    "You did not say you would be a father." Azaes' voice hinted at being incensed, as well as humored.
    Zeus turned back to the room, his grin growing at the sight of the twins awake and sitting up. "We would have made the announcement over breakfast, but you two decided to sleep in." He needed to keep the moment light, otherwise he would snap at his brother for no other reason than spreading his scent on Dargon's sleeping platform.
    Azaes swung his legs over the edge of the bed and placed his feet on the floor.
    Mestor stared at Zeus, a teasing light in his eyes. "Oh, Meme will be over the moon. A new youngling in the palace." He nudged Azaes. "You and Ariafella will be able to marry without the immediate prompting to produce young. Lucky male."
    Dargon chuffed, blowing a puff of air that flipped Zeus’s hair. He swallowed nervously. Meme would be ecstatic over the birth of a royal youngling. He could imagine her dragging him along to choose fabrics for redecorating the nursery.
    Azaes' chuckle sounded devilish. "Your eyes are huge. I wish to be there when you tell her."
    Zeus narrowed his eyes at his brother. He had a feeling there was something more to the statement than what Azaes said.
    "Food first." Mestor stood and then hissed, grabbing his shoulder. "That bastard had spikes in his tentacles."
    Zeus cautiously watched several of the guards moved to assist Mestor. "Just to confirm, Your Highness, your injuries did not occur on the ship?" one of them asked.
    "No. We were pulled into the Waters of Poseidon." Azaes accepted Mestor's arm and rose from the sleeping platform, his gaze landing on Zeus. "I would like to know more about the altercation. I am starving. Zeus, you and Dargon will join us."
    Zeus agreed, consenting to meet them in the stateroom aboard the Gorgon. Hiding his possessive, protective instincts behind a calm façade, he ushered everyone out of his room before he burst. So many scents in the one place that should only smell like him, Dargon, and Alpha. He quickly pulled off all the bedding and tossed it into the laundry chute. He was grateful Dargon said nothing about his agitation and allowed himself to be pushed into the sonic shower.
    Zeus dressed in his uniform before Dargon stepped out of the lavatory. He put the finishing touches on his side locks. Dargon insisted he change a couple of the stones woven into his hair to indicate his status: Marked, Trine, and a father-to-be. He enjoyed the possessive gleam in Dargon's gaze when he reviewed the changes.
    Now, he leaned against the wall and watched his lover step into a long, heavy skirt with slits along the sides to mid-thigh. He barely kept the leer off of his face when Dargon bent over to buckle up the knee-high boots. He wondered if sometime in the future, Dargon would leave the boots on when they made love.
    "Oh, I am sure we can persuade him." Zeus’s arousal spiked at the sound of Alpha's warm