Page 76 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

Oh, hell thefuckno.

I straightened my shoulders, jealousy and possessiveness warring inside me for dominance as I crossed the room. The second I was within arms’ reach of Oliver, I grabbed his arm and hauled him away from the girl.

He stumbled a little, clearly not expecting me, and looked down at me with widened eyes as I stepped in front of him and folded my arms over my chest, glaring at the sales associate.

She took a little step back, clearly not having expected me. “Oh, hi. Um, did you manage to find everything...?”

I let out a low, possessive growl that surprised even me and leaned close, cutting her off. “Look. I’m not here to blame you for thinking Oliver is hot,” I hissed. “I do, too. But if you’re going to work here, I might suggest that youdon’thit on alphas that are very clearly claimed.”

Then I grabbed the collar of Oliver’s casual shirt, tugging him down until our lips met.

His scent flooded my nose the moment I kissed him, and everything inside of me melted as he stiffened and then kissed me back with a low growl. The alpha sound soothed my irrational jealousy, and I whimpered softly as he nipped at my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth for a second before releasing it with a soft pop and pulling away. His scent was heavy witharousal when I looked up at him, his cheeks slightly flushed, and his lips quirked up in a smirk as he looked down at me.

“Easy, Omega,” he murmured, reaching up and running his free hand through my hair. “I’m all yours. Down, girl.”

His touch in my hair and scent in my nose soothed me, and I let out a soft purr as I nodded.

“Damn right you are,” I mumbled. I nuzzled into his hand when he cupped my cheek, glaring at the sales girl, who looked appropriately sheepish at my display.

I didn’t care if I’d embarrassed her. Complicated history or not, Oliver was fuckingmine, and I wasn’t going to let any random touch him.

He chuckled again and ducked to kiss the top of my head before taking my hand in his and linking our fingers together. “Come on. Let’s get home so we can put these things in your nest.”

My anxiety spiked at the thought of being in my nest again...and then soothed immediately at the thought ofOliverbeing in there with me. Huh—thatwas new.

I nodded, smiling at him. “Okay. Sounds good.”

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Oliver

Heading back to the house, I felt like I was walking on air. I hadn’t anticipated Lilah’s little display of possessiveness at the store, but it made my inner wolfsohappy.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to the beta salesgirl who was flirting with me—I had no interest in her—but the fact that Lilah had seen someone else stepping on her territory and had felt the need to make such a public show...

My wolf purred inside me, and I didn’t let Lilah’s hand go as we returned to the house, even for a second.

She seemed to want the contact just as badly. Her fingers were laced with mine, squeezing every few seconds as she stared out the window. I would have paid good money to know what she was thinking about, but I didn’t want to interrupt our peace.

Instead, I just stroked my thumb over the back of her hand and smiled every time she peeked at me, trying to keep her at ease.

When we got close to the house, though, she stiffened and started to tremble.

I didn’t have to be a medical doctor to know that she was experiencing some symptoms, and I rolled to a gentle stop in front of the house before killing the engine and taking both of her hands in mine.

“Talk me through what you’re feeling,” I said, keeping my voice gentle and soft. I didn’t want to startle her anymore than she already was.

She whimpered, and her fingers curled tighter around my hand. “Scared. Stressed. My...my head is spinning a little,” she said thickly. She bit her lip and shook her head, her dark hair swishing around her shoulders.

“Hey.” I shoved the middle console up to pull her across and into my lap. Even that morning, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable making such a bold move, but things were different now—I wasn’t afraid she would reject me outright simply because I was me.

Even though you would deserve it.

Lilah curled in a tight little ball on my lap, her fingers clenching my shirt as she nuzzled her face into my neck. She whimpered again, and the feeling of her trusting me so implicitly did funny things to my insides. I wrapped my arms around her and rocked the two of us back and forth gently, smoothing my hand over her hair and feeling her body shake in my arms. Guilt curdled insideof me, eradicating all the good feelings that had gathered while we were out, and I shot the house a nasty look, though rationally, I knew it had nothing to do with Lilah’s pain.

“It’s okay,” I finally managed, my voice a little gruff. I rocked her back and forth some more, my heart pounding as she pressed closer to me. “It’s okay.”

In the back of my mind, I marveled a little, even as most of me felt awful. The fact that she was turning tomeand seeking comfort inmeafter everything that had happened...I was the reason that she was having this reaction to coming home, for fuck’s sake!

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