Page 6 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

Everything after that could wait.

“Wait.” Lila’s hand darted out and wrapped around my wrist, squeezing tightly as she looked up at the house and then over at me. The almost painful arousal from the club had drained out of her face, leaving her a little pale, and her eyes were cold and very, very sober now. “How...” Her voice trembled a little, and her throat bobbed with a swallow before she tried again. “How large is your pack? Are you the Prime Alpha?” She eyed me a little suspiciously. “You don’t seem...”

I laughed, reaching over and running my hand through her hair, trying to calm her. “I’m not Prime Alpha,” I confirmed, chuckling again at the thought. “And there are three of us. Myself, Oliver, and Emmett.”

My voice choked a little as I explained the pack to her, and I shoved down the phantom sensation and offered another smile. “Oliver is Prime. You’re right; that’s not the position for me.” I winked and leaned a little closer, watching her nostrils flare as she got another hit of my scent. “The only woman I want to be bossing around is a pretty omega.”

Her lips parted as she inhaled sharply, and I sat up, satisfied that her mind was exactly where I wanted it to be—focused on me rather than the fear of what was beyond the front door. Of course, she had nothing to be afraid of, but she didn’t know that. I would be more concerned if sheweren’ta little nervous about meeting three strange alphas she didn’t know.

I opened the car door for her and then led her to the front door, linking our fingers together. She came easily, the clicking of her heels next to me comforting despite the obvious trepidation and mingled arousal on her face. She clung tightly to my hand, herclaws scratching at my skin for a moment before she retracted them, hinting at her nerves.

Again, perfectly understandable.

I turned to face her as we drew level with the front door, and I released her hand to cup her face. “Don’t worry,” I assured her. “Everything’s going to be fine.Betterthan fine. You’ll see.”

I leaned down and pressed our lips together in a soft, tender kiss, and she let out a tiny whimper as she kissed me back. Her taste—sweet vanilla and a hint of something tart, like grapefruit—burst over my sensitive tongue when I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged, and it took every ounce of self-control I possessed to pull away from her and unlock the front door.

The house’s foyer was dark and quiet, but I could hear the low voices of my packmates filtering down the hallway from the den. I shut the front door behind Lilah, then turned to face her, putting my hands on her shoulders and stopping her steps in their tracks.

“Stay right here,” I instructed. “I need to let them know that I brought you home.”

She cocked her head to the side but didn’t say anything. Instead, she just nodded, and I turned on my heel without further ado and walked toward my pack.

“Hey.” Emmett looked up at me when I entered the den, his copper hair mussed from how he lay on the couch. He wore a white T-shirt and a loose pair of pajama pants, his reading glasses askew on his nose as he set down the book he’d been holding. “You’re home.”

Oliver made a soft sound low in his throat, and I swallowed as I turned to face my Prime Alpha, feeling strangely like I was a teenager about to face the consequences of breaking the rules.

All three of us in the pack were alphas, of course, but there was a hierarchy that couldn’t be denied. Prime Alpha was largely a legal position, giving the holder the authority to make decisions for the pack as a whole, including the decision to offer a bonding bite to an omega. In our pack, though, Oliver took charge of big decisions that would affect our pack personally, not just legally. We trusted him to do what was best for us.

A tiny flicker of nerves fluttered through me as I took a deep breath, preparing myself to say what I needed to say.

“Why are you home early?” Oliver asked, narrowing his eyes. He still wore the button-down and slacks he had worn to the office earlier, though his feet were bare. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his forearms flexing a little as he stood up, and he cocked his head to the side as he approached me. His blue eyes were narrowed, his blond hair as neatly styled as it always was. He cut an imposing figure, and the urge to bow my head and bare my neck for him was strong.

“Something happened,” I managed, my voice low and raspy. My cock, still desperately hard from fooling around with Lilah earlier, throbbed with arousal. Oliver’s nostrils flared, and I knew that he could smell it.

Immediately, both of them tensed, standing up and looking at me with concern. “Are you okay?” Oliver asked, all suspicion evaporating from his expression. He reached out and put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me a little closer as he looked me up and down, searching for any obvious signs of injury.

I saw the exact second that the remnants of Lilah’s scent hit him. His pupils blew in his eyes, and he bared his teeth as he pulled me even closer.

“What,” he growled, “Isthat?”

Before I could answer, he leaned in and pressed his nose against my neck, the exact place where Lilah had scent-marked me, though I was almost positive that she hadn’t known what she was doing. I tilted my head back so that he could scent me a little better, and Oliver let out a low growl that vibrated through my entire body.

“What is it?” Emmett’s voice was soft, and I felt him approaching from behind me. He leaned close, but not as close as Oliver, and took a deep breath.

The growl that ripped through the air from my packmate—who was usually silent and in the background more often than not—was enough to send a shiver of excitement down my spine. I swallowed hard before I took a tiny step to the side, neatly escaping the clutches of my pack.

“Keep an open mind,” I said huskily.

“Killian, what have you done?” Oliver asked, narrowing his eyes at me. His pupils were still blown wide, flickering gold and then blue and then back again, and he looked half a second away from tackling me to the ground and ripping my throat out.

Before I could answer, though, the distinctive sound of heels against the hardwood floor came from behind us, and all three of our heads snapped up, looking toward the source of the sound.

A smile tugged at my lips, and I nodded encouragingly as Lilah appeared in the doorway to the den, her hands twisting together in front of her as she looked from Oliver to Emmett and then to me.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her voice melodic even with the tremor of fear that made it tight. “I hope I’m not intruding. Killian...”

Oliver turned to face me, then lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh. “Is it from her?” he asked, his voice pitched low enough that only Emmett and I could hear him.

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