Page 47 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

There you are.

“Come on, Lilah,” I said softly. “We want to help you. But we can’t do that when you’re like this. Help us.”

She looked at me for another moment, and then her eyes settled back on Killian, just for a moment. Her teeth pulled back in another snarl, and my heart leaped into my throat. I was prepared to wrap my arms around her and subdue her again if that was what it took, but...

Before my hands could do more than flinch where they were pressed against her back, she shifted, and suddenly, my hands were pressed against warm flesh again instead of fur.

“Oh, fuck. Baby.” Killian’s voice was drenched with relief, and Lilah wobbled on her hands and knees for a moment beforeshe slumped forward, tumbling into Killian’s arms with barely a whimper.

“Fuck.” I collapsed forward as well, wrapping my arms around Lilah’s naked body and pinning her between the two of us as I buried my face in her neck. Her sweet scent—all human, all warm, soft omega, now—filled my nose, and I let out a small, broken little sound as she trembled between us.

“K-Killian?” Her voice was soft, raspy, and so quiet that I had to strain my ears to hear her. “Emmett?”

“We’re here, baby,” Killian said immediately. He stroked his hands up and down her arms, his fingers brushing against me every now and then, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re here. You’re okay.”

“What...” She swallowed thickly, her voice a little dazed and confused. “What...happened...?”

“You had an episode when we came back to the house,” Killian said, his voice gentle but clear and firm. “You had a hard time. You’ve been in wolf form for the last three days.”

“Oh.” Her voice was faint, and she shivered even more in my arms. “Are...is...”

Killian and I both stiffened, knowing implicitly what it was that she was asking. My mind cast out for Oliver, only feeling a little bad that he wasn’t here to experience this with us.

He had been scarce in the three days we had been in this room, though I knew he’d been around the house. I was sure it was killing him not to be able to be in here and fix this. I didn’t haveto look him in the eye to know that his guilt was probably eating him alive, but a tiny, petty part of myself thought he deserved this time in the doghouse before he started trying to make things right.

When neither of us spoke, Lilah relaxed a little and sighed. She buried her face in Killian’s chest, and he sighed, tucking his cheek against the top of her head.

“Cold,” she mumbled, squirming a little.

Killian nodded, shooting a glance at me before we both broke away. “I’ll get you some clothes, baby,” he said gently. “Then we should lay down. You need some rest.”

As he stood and crossed over to his dresser, Lilah looked at me, and the mildly fearful and dull look in her eyes broke my heart a little. I reached out and caressed her cheek, and she leaned into my touch. ”It’ll be okay,” I murmured. It was the only thing I could think to say.

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, just for a moment, then nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.

She didn’t sound convinced, and admittedly...neither was I.

But we had to try.

25

Lilah

I woke up the next morning with my head full of cobwebs, surrounded by warmth. The room was dim, and I could see the sliver of faint gray morning light between the pulled curtains.

We’d slept all afternoon. And then all evening. And then all night.

I should have been more worried about how I’d so single-mindedly conked out and disassociated from my current reality with sleep, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Not when I was so warm and safe and surrounded on both sides by hot, hard male bodies.

I squirmed a little, and the arm wrapped around my waist from behind tightened. I lifted my nose, breathing in deeply—Killian.

The alpha in front of me also squirmed at my movement, and he buried his face a little bit deeper in my neck, lips brushing gently against the skin there as he mumbled in his sleep. Emmett.

For a moment, I was horrifically, deeply conflicted. Even through the heavy, sleep-laden thoughts filling my brain, I could feel the low bubble of panic begin to rise. Memories worked in tandem with my stressed-out hormones, making my entire body stiffen.

I needed to get up. I should get out from between these two before they could get the wrong impression. I needed to leave. I needed to get out...

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