Page 19 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

For a moment, I was sure he would argue with me, but he must have seen the madness in my eyes. The color quickly drained out of his face, leaving him pale as he nodded frantically. “Sorry, man,” he rasped. “Didn’t mean to overstep. I won’t come here again.”

I glared at him for another moment before I jerked my head in a nod, forcing myself to pull away and let him suck in a ragged gasp of air. The alpha didn’t say another word before he darted away, glancing over his shoulder with something close to fear in his eyes before he rounded into the parking loud out of my sight.

It was fucking satisfying, but not enough at the same time. I needed to see Lilah again. I needed to make sure that she was safe and would be okay for the rest of her shift before I went back home. It was time for Oliver and I to have a serious conversation about her—again.

My phone buzzed in my pocket before I could compose myself enough to walk back into the building without my eyes flashing alpha gold, and I pulled it out, glancing at the readout.

My heart leaped when I saw that it was a text from Lilah.

Hey, sorry for the radio silence. I just needed to wrap my head around everything. Presenting as an omega was a huge shock, and then finding you and the pack...But I meant it when I said I wanted to see where things might go. Over the past few days, I’ve realized I’m not interested in any other alphas. But can we maybe take things a little slow? Like, go on a date first?

I grinned, the frantic pace of my heart slowing as my thumbs darted over the screen, messaging her back.

Come over to the house tonight, baby girl. If you want dates, we’ll wine and dine you all day every day. You’re ours, and I’ll do whatever I can to prove it.

With that, I tucked my phone back into my pocket and strode off toward the woods, preparing myself to strip down and shift again. I should have driven, but this was going to be faster.

Now, Oliver and Ireallyneeded to have a conversation.

10

Lilah

I walked up to the packhouse just as the sun was setting. The days were already starting to shorten as September wore on, and it would only be a matter of time before the shadows were long at three in the afternoon, and I was digging out the hand-knitted sweater my nana had given me before she passed away.

But today, the goosebumps that had risen on the back of my arms and neck weren’t from the cold. Nerves coursed through me, and my fingers curled into tighter fists at my sides as I drew level with the front door.

The house was stunning, now that I was looking at it in the daylight. I’d barely gotten a glimpse of it when Killian had brought me here last time, dark as it was, and I hadn’t thought to inspect it closely when he had been taking me home, either. But it was absolutely gorgeous—a fully restored Colonial that wasclearly meant for afamily, not just a trio of bachelors looking for a woman to bring home and share.

Not that there was anythingwrongwith that, if it had been what they were looking for. But Killian had made it more than clear what his intentions were towards me, and I couldn’t deny the pull inside me that begged for me to give into them, no matter how sudden and impulsive it seemed.

Even Eddie had encouraged me when I’d finally gotten the guts to spill the beans to her. She’d stared at me with her jaw dropped, sprawled out on my bed as I detailed what had happened at Fracture, and had, in her very Eddie way, asked me why I had come home at all when I had “three hotties” willing to do anything I wanted.

I didn’t think things were quite that simple, especially regardingthispack, but the sentiment had made me laugh, anyway.

And ultimately, she was right. I couldn’t deny the pull I felt for Killian, Oliver, and Emmett. All that mattered was finding out what the pullwas...and how it could make all four of us happy.

I took a deep breath, then lifted my hand to knock firmly on the door of the packhouse.

I was only left hanging for a few seconds before I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Oliver was on the other side when it opened, not Killian, as I’d expected.

“Hi,” I said, suddenly shy. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my jeans for lack of anything better to do with them.

Oliver regarded me warily. He wore another button-down shirt and slacks, though his feet weren’t bare this time. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the deliciously muscled lines of his forearms, and his scent hit my nose like a train after a second of us standing there, staring at each other awkwardly.

It took everything inside of me not to moan aloud at his sweet and tart scent, and the way his nostrils flared and his jaw flexed suggested that he was feeling similarly.

“Hi,” he finally said, his voice low and rough. He stepped to the side and gestured me in. “Please. Come in.”

My shoulder brushed against him as I walked into the house, and the whimper I let out couldn’t be contained. My wolf squirmed inside of me, begging for me to strip down and shift to show my Prime Alpha exactly the kind of omega he was welcoming into his packhouse.

I shoved the instincts down, tucking them firmly in the back of my mind where they couldn’t bother me. My wolf had been more and more difficult to ignore in the days since I met Killian and the rest of the pack, and I’d caught myself partially shifting my eyes and ears more often than I was proud to admit. I was a grown woman; I had matured past accidental partial shiftsyearsago.

And yet, my ears were tingling with the urge to extend so that I could hear better, and my nails were sharper than they should have been when I clenched my hands into fists.

It wasembarrassing...but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to show Oliver all of me—every messy, embarrassing part that made me want to duck my head and bare my throat in submission.

“Killian and Emmett are finishing up in the kitchen, and the dining room is already set,” Oliver said quietly, the click of the door behind us almost painfully loud.

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