Page 5 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

“Come home with me,” he said when he finally broke the kiss. “Come and meet my pack. I think you’ll like them.”

There was an undercurrent in his words that I would have asked about if I had been more in my right mind. And maybe that had been his intent, making sure that I was nice and pliable with an orgasm—the very first one that I’d ever had, though he didn’t know that—before he made demands of me.

Somehow, I didn’t think I would have objected too strongly even if he hadn’t made me come.

I nodded hazily, reaching down with one hand to tug my phone out of its thigh holster.

“Um...I just need to let my friend know I’m leaving.” I waved my phone around vaguely in front of him, and his lips tipped up in a smirk as he nodded and then took my hand.

“Come on, baby girl. I’m taking you home.”

3

Killian

Lilah’s scent filled the car as I pulled away from the club, making it damn near impossible to think as we wove our way through the streets of the city. My cock throbbed in my pants, less than happy about the fact I’d gotten to taste Lilah’s orgasm without giving her mine in return.

All in good time. The pack needs to meet her first. They need to smell what you smell. Neither of them will believe it if you don’t come with proof.

The thought of taking this woman—thisomega—to my pack and showing them what I had found almost made me feel like a puppy dragging home a bone it had dug up in the woods, something valued and treasured that they wanted to share with their family.

It was an almost painfully accurate analogy. My wolf was pacing inside me, whining and sniffing the air in excitement. He couldn’t wait to bring Lilah home and present her to our Prime Alpha so Oliver could initiate the pack bond.

Soon, we could make our packwhole.

My cock twitched again, and I cast a small smile towards Lilah, who was staring out the front window of the car, her hands twisting in her lap.

God, she was gorgeous. Her dark, glossy hair was long, brushing against her waist, and her eyes were wide, glowing light brown in the warmth of the street lamps we passed. They kept flashing between her natural, tawny color and omega silver, hinting at the turbulent emotions pushing at her shift, making her wolf desperate to come out to play.

I could relate. I hadn’t felt so out of control of my wolf in fuckingyears.

The tiny little black dress she wore was a tease, revealing every inch of her thighs from where it had hiked up when she sat in the passenger seat of my car. The thong I had torn off her was in my pocket, and the thought of her bare pussy under that scrap of a dress made me even more eager to get home.

She needed to meet the pack. She needed to realize what we were to her. She was young, and couldn’t have been designated as an omega for long. Did she understand what it meant that she was so drawn to me? That I was so drawn to her? That I would doanythingfor her?

The depth of my devotion for this woman I had just met should have scared me, but all it felt wasright.

“Why is it so important that I come and meet the pack?” Lilah asked softly. “What...I mean. Do they...know about me?”

I hadn’t turned on music when we climbed into the car, so intent on peeling out of the club’s parking lot that it hadn’t even occurred to me, and I heard every trembling breath she took as she asked her question. She glanced over at me, and I reached out to take one of her hands in mine, winding my fingers through her thin, delicate ones and gently squeezing.

“No, they don’t know about you. But they will. It’s important,” I answered simply.

She furrowed her brow, the soft, discontented sounds she made telling me that she found my answer less than satisfactory. But I couldn’t tell her—not until she met Oliver and Emmett, until they had met her and realized that I had brought home our scent-matchedmate.

My stomach twisted with excitement, and I turned a little too sharply into our neighborhood, accidentally jolting Lilah up against the door. She caught herself, thankfully, and I slowed down to a more reasonable speed as we left the main road. Admittedly, I’d been driving a little faster than I should have, flaunting the laws of the road with my middle finger raised high to any human cops who might have caught me. Oliver would have shaken his head at my actions if he had been in the car, and Emmett probably would have glared at me, telling me silently to slow down—the way my stoic packmate always did.

Lilah didn’t seem to mind, and I knew she could feel the energy buzzing between us. She could sense that I was about to show her something important, that what we were doing was important for us; she just didn’t understand why—not yet.

“Did you text your friend?” I asked, my mind clearing slightly as I pulled onto our street. The packhouse was a large, restored Colonial at the end of a cul-de-sac. We’d stumbled upon it when we had graduated from college and were first making our way into our respective industries. There was plenty of room for us to shift and run as a pack when we needed to bond, and it was small enough that we still felt like we were together even when we were in different rooms.

It seemed like the perfect place for the three of us to live and grow before we would have the opportunity to court an omega, and it was entirely too perfect that we had only just received the letter from the state confirming that we were eligible to court an omegathatmorning.

And now, I had found her.

Lilah glanced down at her phone, furrowing her brow for a moment as she opened her lock screen. “Yeah, she’s a little confused, but I told her I was having an early night to check on my mom. I told her that I was going to take an Uber.”

There was an undercurrent of tension in her voice when she mentioned her mother, which made my ears perk up, tingling with my repressed shift. I pulled into the driveway in front of the house before I could think of a tactful way to askwhy. Tact usually wasn’t my strong suit, but I wasn’t trying to drive this woman away—not when it was so important that she come with me inside the house.

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