Page 17 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

“No,” I admitted. “But...”

Killian thumbed at my lip again, effectively silencing me. His eyes were intense, and I could feel my wolf reaching out for his as his eyes flashed gold again.

When he spoke, his voice was husky and just as intense as his eyes. “Listen, Lilah. You’reitfor us. I know it, and you know it, even if you’re feeling uncertain right now. Oliver and Emmett will know it as soon as they pull their heads out of their asses. There is no world where you’re not our omega, and I’m more than willing to wait until all of you catch up with our reality before we take that next step.” He cocked his head to the side, a small smile softening his expression slightly. “I want you to trust us before you give yourself to us, baby girl. We might be scent-matches, but I don’t want us to be your default. I want us to be your choice.”

He leaned forward and sealed our mouths together in another sweet kiss before gently releasing me and nudging me away. I swayed a little in my seat, dizzy for a moment before my head cleared. I didn’t have any words, so instead, I swallowed hard and shoved down on my wolf, who waspantingto climb across the center console and show our mate how much his sweet words meant to me.

Instead, I nodded and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him close to me. I marked his jawline and neck with my cheek and was gratified at the low rumble he released as I let him go and leaned back.

“Give me your phone?” I asked, holding my hand out and smiling shyly.

He handed it over, and I input my number and texted myself. My phone pinged, and I handed it back before opening my door and stepping out.

Killian rolled the window down after I shut the door as gently as I could. He grinned at me, his green eyes twinkling as he looked me up and down again. “We’ll be seeing you soon, baby girl. I promise.”

With a wink, he rolled the window up and drove away, and I stood there on the curb watching him go until he was out of sight, trying to ignore the whining of my wolf.

I was already desperate to text him so I could see them again as soon as fucking possible.

9

Killian

The bush I was hiding in wasn’t nearly large enough to hide my wolf form, but thick enough that nobody noticed my black fur blending in with the shrubbery as I settled further on my paws, looking out at the house.

Through one of the windows of the little blue house, I saw Lilah’s shadow moving around while she did something inside. The window was open, and the temptation to cross the road so I could smell her sweet scent floating in the air was strong...but I restrained myself.

She couldn’t know that I was here. Neither could Oliver or Emmett. If I went home to the others smelling like our omega, they wouldn’t trust that I’d only watched her instead of going up to her and touching and tasting her the way I was fucking desperate to.

Granted, it had been a close call. More than once in the two days since I had started following Lilah around, I had been desperately, helplessly tempted to climb into her room. I wanted to open the window she constantly left unlocked—to the disappointment of my protective instincts—and sneak through the house so her parents didn’t hear me.

Then again, I wasn’t entirely sure she did live with her parents. She had mentioned her mother, but I’d never seen anyone other than her through the windows. It was entirely possible that her mother came and went when I wasn’t around, and that was the reason I hadn’t seen her, but the same green Acura had been parked in the driveway every day I’d been over to watch Lilah, and I hadn’t seen any evidence that it had moved.

A light breeze ruffled my fur, and I settled further into the bush as I watched the house, my tail flicking back and forth.

My subterfuge was probably unnecessary; Lilah didn’t know what my wolf form looked like any more than I did hers. Shifting in front of someone who wasn’t family was intimate, and I knew she would come around to shifting with the pack in her own time. I wasn’t going to take the opportunity to make that choice away from her any more than I had wanted to take away her chance to freely give us her virginity when she was ready rather than being driven by her hormones.

Oliver called me impulsive, but I could be calm and steady, damn it.

A silver Mercedes pulled up in front of Lilah’s house, interrupting my thoughts. I lifted my head and cocked it to the side, narrowing my eyes as I watched a tall, blond woman step out. She was pretty enough, wearing snug jeans and a purplepeasant top, but she didn’t have the same magnetism as my mate—not by a long shot.

As I watched, the newcomer approached the front door of the house. Before she could lift her hand to knock, it opened to reveal Lilah.

My breath hitched the same way it had every time I’d caught a glimpse of her. She wore a pair of leggings that hugged her legs and hips snugly and a loose crop top my fingers itched to slide under. My wolf vision was sharp enough that I could see the outline of her nipples under her top, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I huffed out a breath as arousal spiraled through my body.

Keeping my instincts under control in this form was significantly more difficult than when I looked like a man—my wolf was all protective instinct and possessiveness. I saw Lilah across the street, talking to her friend with a smile on her pretty face, and I wanted to cross the road as fast as I could to urge her to shift and play with me. I wanted to chase her, catch her, and fuck her into the dirt when I finally got her in my hands, and we were human-shaped again.

I wanted that so badly...but it wasn’t the time.

Lilah and the other woman entered her house, and I rose to my feet the moment that the front door closed. I made a tiny grumbling sound as I turned on my heel and padded away, ignoring every instinct screaming at me to go back and find her again, to keep my eyes on our omega so that I knew she was safe, protected, and still ours.

Not the time. Not the time.

***

I made it two more days before I started following Lilah around again, this time in human form.

She’d texted me during that time, making me glad that I’d put my phone number in her phone when she wasn’t looking. I knew that Oliver had texted himself from her number while she was passed out at our house, but he hadn’t taken advantage of having it in the days since.

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