Page 26 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

Oliver scoffed, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were so cold that my breath stuttered in my chest. “You thinkthat’sstill happening?”

Immediately, I was freezing—so fucking cold that I could barely breathe—and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett look at Oliver, a hint of uncertainty on his face for the first time. I stepped back again and glanced around at the nest I had put so much effort into over the past few weeks.

Effort that seemed like it was about to be thrown out the window.

“Why...why wouldn’t it?” I tried, whispering. My inner wolf was already howling, seeing where this was going.

Oliver sneered, approaching me and staring down with such anger and hatred in his eyes that it was difficult for me to see him as the same man that I’d gotten to know—or tried to. “The Slicer killed our fourth packmate. Jack was his name, since I’m sure that neither you nor yourfathercare about him enough to remember it. And if you think I’m biting you into the pack after knowingthat—”

“But I didn’t—”

Oliver spoke over me, overpowering my terrified words, and his next words shattered my heart. “But if you need me to be officialabout it, I will.” Oliver glared, reaching out to grab my hand and squeezing it. “Lilah Jackson, I formally reject you from my pack. You are not our omega, and you are not welcome in our house.” He squeezed again, his grip cruel and punishing now. His eyes gleamed gold at me, and he bared his teeth before he snapped, “Now get the fuck out.”

“Oliver...” Emmett’s voice was low and rough and heavy with emotion, and I was frozen. I couldn’t move, staring up at Oliver as the future I’d been dreaming about since I met them was lit on fire.

It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like a lifetime.

“I...”

Anything that I might have thought to say, any words I would have come up with to defend myself, faded away as Oliver shook his head, disgust on his handsome face, and growled, “Start throwing all of...this away, Emmett.” He gestured towards my nest with his free hand, refusing to look at any of it as he ground my splintered heart to dust under his shoe. “I’ll escort Lilah out of the house.”

He turned and dragged me out of my nest without further ado, leaving Emmett behind. I barely got one more glimpse of Emmett’s dark eyes, looking at me with hurt welling in them, before Oliver dragged me around the corner and hauled me down the stairs.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to try and defend myself from the baseless accusations that Oliver was throwing my way. They weren’t true, and rationally, he had toknowthat.

But I couldn’t make my numb lips move. I couldn’t speak. My wolf was frozen, pain lingering along the edges of my consciousness as I breathed in Oliver’s sweet, alpha scent, my mind swirling with confusion at the way my entire bodyachedfor him...and the way that he had just devastated everything that I was.

“Oliver...” I managed, my voice tiny and desperate.

Oliver ignored me, dragging me to the front door and keeping a firm grip on my wrist as he unlocked the deadbolt. He didn’t say anything else, just looked down at me with disgust, and then he opened the door and shoved me through.

I collapsed into a pile of sad, pathetic wolf on the porch, and before I could stand up to try and plead with Oliver or defend my case orsomething...he shut the door on me.

And Ishattered.

13

Killian

I whistled cheerily to myself as I hopped out of my car, slamming the door shut behind me.

Then I danced a little jig before walking up to the front door of the house.

I was so happy. So fuckinghappy.

Today was the one-month anniversary of Lilah’s move into the house, and we were bonding with her tonight. She was finishing her nest, andI’dmanaged to get off almost half an hour early so I could come home and help her out with the final touches before we finally went through the bonding ceremony.

If it had been up to me, Oliver would have bitten Lilah into the pack as soon as she’d agreed to move into the house. They were both being cautious, and I understood that...well, maybe I didn’t. How could either of them resist the pull between the fourof us? Iknewwe all felt it. I could see it in the way that Lilah and Oliver made moon eyes at each other whenever they thought the other one wasn’t paying attention.

It was both adorable and frustrating as hell.

But all of it endedtonight.

Lilah was going to be pack. It was a full moon. We were going to bite her in, then shift and run as a pack, and our little family would finally be complete.

I couldn’twait.

I kept humming to myself as I walked into the house and waited by the front door for a moment, listening.

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