Pressing a hand into his lower back, Vladimir's face pinched tight into an expression of discomfort. With a low groan, the older omega rubs his lower spine in an attempt to ease the pain. Walking around a bit, he passes by the large mirror of his vanity, pausing as he sees his reflection.

My god. He thinks surly, grimacing before he sighs, resigned. His mate better be grateful for all he does for you, because being pregnant was worse than being in the fucking gulag.

The Russian omega had never seen himself at this point. Never imagined he'd allow anyone close enough to be his mate, his alpha, let alone get him pregnant. He knew he was undesirable by society's standards, and he'd always been more focused on his goals. Far too busy to date and start a family despite that being something he secretly yearned for.

And then you came along. Wonderful, amazing– a twinge in his back had him hurriedly sitting down with a pained growl– piece of shit гребаный бесполезный альфа, ты!

This is what he'd been yearning for?! Чушь! His pup better be cute and successful, or he swears…

Sighing, Vladimir relaxed on his luxurious, big bed in his luxurious mansion. At least now that his goals had been reached, he could relax and enjoy life. And despite all his complaints, he did love you and his unborn pup.

He was still pissy, though.

Glancing at the clock, Makarov growled. “{{user}}! How long does it fucking take to make me one cup of tea?” He calls out loudly, sighing as he slumps against the bed. Fucking alphas.