Page 47 of The Feral Alpha

Olson stared him down. “Are you sure? Your mom’s going to whip your ass if you get us stranded out here. Remember the time we went to the lake—”

“We’re fine.”

Olson huffed. “All right.”

They drove out. The streets were fairly empty because it was so late, although there were cars on the highway that wove between the lanes like their drivers were drunk.

They made it past the county line. Then they stopped for gas and found a quiet spot on a side road to camp for the night.

The next morning, Olson woke to the Jeep rumbling around him.

They were on the road again.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” George said from the front of the Jeep—Jeeps were not ‘cars’, George had said several times. “I’m surprised you woke. It’s not even sunrise yet.”

Olson crawled out of their blanket nest, climbing awkwardly into the front passenger seat. His ass bumped George in the side of his head.

George laughed. “You should put some clothes on.”

“It’s dark out. No one’s going to see.”

“I heard that Border Patrol keeps an eye out here. They’re going to think I kidnapped you.”

Olson snorted. “Maybe we should elope.”

George sent him a sidelong glance. “All our parents are gonna be mad if we elope. They want to see the babies.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” Olson was too young to think about children. He was sixteen! He wanted more time alone with his alpha. More time spent lounging around, George taking pretty pictures of him.

“Your grandma kept looking at us during dinner last weekend,” George said.

“We’re sixteen. We’re not even married yet!”

“We could get married,” George said lightly, glancing over again.

“I want a full-time job first. I don’t want to be married straight out of school and have no place to call our home.”

A small smile curved George’s lips. “Jobs first. Then we marry.”

“Okay. Wait. You haven’t even proposed!”

“I already did. When we were ten.”

Olson rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t count. You gave me a twist-tie for a ring.”

“You still have that ring.”

“I want a proper proposal!”

“What kind of proper proposal?”

“I don’t know! You were supposed to surprise me.” Olson rolled his eyes, but he turned in his seat and threw his legs across George’s lap. “Something small. Don’t blow a ton of money on it.”

“All right. I wasn’t planning on it.”

At that, Olson grinned. “I should be offended.”

“You said you wanted it to be small.”

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