Page 36 of The Feral Alpha

“I promise I won’t laugh,” Olson said.

Slowly, Rex lifted his hands off his drawing.

It was... an attempt at copying Emmy’s simple dicks, the lines uneven and shaky. But it was recognizable as a cock and balls. Olson smiled, patting his hand. “You’re doing great.”

Rex’s shoulders sagged with relief. He wrapped his fist around the marker again, and Olson had sit on the lower prep counter so he could reach Rex’s hands properly, arranging his fingers around the marker to show him the best way to hold it.

“Like this,” Olson said. “You’ll control it better, and it’ll be easier when you get used to it.”

Emmy slid over a purple square of paper. “You should draw one too, Big O.”

Olson sighed and picked up a marker—mostly because Rex was watching him in anticipation. Dick drawings were easy if you weren’t too concerned about being realistic. Olson drew a long thing and two circles under it, and slid it over to Rex and Emmy. “There.”

Rex pored over it. And he carefully completed his own dick drawing, setting down his marker with a proud smile.

“Yay!” Emmy got to his feet excitedly. “Now we lift them up and collect the butt blessings. Like this.”

With both hands, Emmy held his own drawing high in the air, waving it back and forth as he did a little dance. “Oh, dick gods! Oh, butt gods! Give us some good butt blessings!”

Emmy made soft sucking sounds, like the blessings were being sucked into his drawing. In the baby carrier, Hunter kicked and giggled.

Rex looked at Olson expectantly. Olson winced. “I’ll do it if you do it with me.”

Olson raised his dick drawing above his head. Rex did, too. And Olson did a small wriggle. “C’mon, dick gods. Please give us your butt blessings.”

Rex shimmied along with him, his mouth pulling into a smile. “Olllsonnnn.”

“It’s not like I’m the one putting the blessings in there,” Olson said.

“You’re already blessing Rex with your bossly presence,” Emmy pointed out.

Rex grinned, his eyes damn near sparkling, and, well. Olson did the dance for a bit longer, just to give Rex more reason to smile.

“There,” he said when he was done, offering his purple square to Rex. “You can have my butt blessing.”

Rex took it, pressing it against his chest like Olson had bestowed upon him a sacred gift.

Then he handed over his own blessing, all excited. Olson melted a little inside.

“Thank you,” Olson murmured.

“Thank you,” Rex replied.

They watched each other for a long while, until someone cleared their throat.

Olson turned to find Jag Gardner on the other side of the counter. Jag was an older alpha with scars on his face and arms, like he’d been in a few fights. Landon’s brother-in-law. Fresh out of jail. “Oh! Hey, Jag.”

Jag nodded a greeting, glancing at Rex. “Got yourself cleaned up, huh?”

Rex growled, but he didn’t seem to be making a serious threat.

“Is this the Jag who’s been feeding you?” Olson asked, reaching over the counter to touch Rex’s hand.

Rex nodded. Jag’s eyebrows shot up.

“Really. All this time, you could’ve done more than growl and you didn’t?” Jag said flatly.

Rex grinned. “Olllsonnnnn.”

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