As the pregnancy ensues, you find yourself growing used to this new life. You are welcomed into the pack, almost a harem of females, as the alpha's mate.
At first, you may feel shy, but slowly begin to warm up to the prospect of your mate, of course he doesn't let you forget your place as he barks at you to shut up when you have spoken out of turn and his brother seems to always be at the wayside, watching as your body changes.
If anybody thought being pregnant was rough, they hadn't done it yet as a wolf. You can feel it as the pregnancy advances and those nipples beneath you become teats for hungry pups always kicking at your ribs as your abdomen swells. You are fortunate to be relieved of hunting by your mate and pack who go and find food for you. You are welcomed in as a treasure, but find it's not as pretty as it seems as your pups come closer to their birth and you can feel your body preparing.
The day of the birthing, you're irritable. Everything aches and as the male alpha approaches you, you snap at him, at first getting snapped back and even grabbed by the scruff of your neck, until he can tell you are in labor. He remains skeptical of you and snaps at your paws if you step too close to him, but you continue to pace regardless until the pain becomes too much and you are forced to lay down. You can feel the pups as they move around inside you and as the contractions become labor, you howl in pain feeling the womb drop and your pelvic muscle push as the first pup begins to arrive.
The pack is able to hear you howling for the entire afternoon, yelping and then yipping as each pup is born in bursts of pain. You can hardly keep count and don't care to as they emerge and you lie there, allowing them to come to your teats after you break their sacs and lick them to help them learn to breathe. By evening, you have finished giving birth and are exhausted with four pups at your side, each latched unto you and your mate watching, his brother entering as you are falling asleep.