Page 86 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

“All he’s done is piss us the fuck off,” Killian growled, pressing his face into my neck. He breathed in my scent, and his lips weresoft when he brushed them against my pulse. “I promise, baby girl. You’re safe with us. You’re safe in this house.”

“And we’re not going to let anyone take you away from us,” Oliver finished, reaching up and brushing his fingers through my hair.

I swallowed, then let out a shaky breath as I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. I looked up and met Oliver’s solemn gaze. “Thank you. For...”

Doing things differently this time.

Oliver’s understanding eyes told me I didn’t need to explain what I meant, and he leaned down to press a sweet, tender kiss to my lips.

That was all I needed.

45

Killian

I tugged at the lapels of my suit jacket, painstakingly straightening the sleeves as I made my way over to the nest, where Lilah was putting the final touches on her outfit for tonight’s gala.

It was an annual charity event for Oliver’s firm. Generally, he went by himself, but after Randall’s letter, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone in the house for any amount of time.

I could see that it made Lilah itchy to be so observed, constantly surrounded by us, and unable to go anywhere on her own, but she also understood the necessity. I’d found a way to make it work, too. I’d been working from home more often than not, and I had to admit I didn’t hate being able to take a break out of my day and taste my omega anytime I felt like it.

Still, it would get old eventually, and the four of us were already getting itchy. Oliver had taken the letter to the cops to report the threat, and the way that the officer’s eyes had widened when he read the note had made me feel justified in how unsettled we were.

It might have been some time since the Slicer had last taken a victim, but that didn’t mean his reign of terror wasn’t still strong in the collective consciousness of the city. Every cop knew his MO, and the fact that he was threatening us—threatening hisdaughter—only told everyone that things were going to escalate.

The questioning that Lilah had been subject to because of the admission she was Hunter Randall’s daughter had been...unpleasant, to say the least. Oliver and I had stayed by her side during the entire questioning, and the growl Oliver had let out when the detective had tried to get us to leave so that he could speak to her alone had unsettled evenme.

He was taking the Prime Alpha role very seriously now that he’d gotten his head screwed on straight for Lilah, and I couldn’t say that I didn’t like to see it.

The detective wasn’t thrilled with the amount of information that Lilah had been able to give him—which had been next to nothing—and told us that until they had more information on Hunter Randall’s current location, it would be best for us to stay close to each other at all times for protection.

Hence, the reason we were all going to the gala together. We had originally been planning on taking her and announcing our status as a completed pack anyway, even though the paperwork and the bonds weren’t quite completed, but now it was even more imperative that we put up a united front.

And, selfishly, I wasn’t upset about the idea of seeing Lilah all dressed up for us.

I knocked on the door of the nest, leaning in close and calling out, “Lilah?”

A moment passed, and then she called out, “Come in!”

I allowed myself a smile before I pushed open the door, and my heart thumped unevenly for a moment as I breathed her sweet scent.

“Killian! Just in time. I need help with my zipper.” Lilah’s eyes were big and glowing as she looked at me, her reflection in the mirror sweet and innocent, though I knew she was anything but. I couldn’t stop myself from smirking as I approached her and let my fingers trail up the bare skin of her arm.

I leaned close and pressed a sweet kiss to the curve of her neck. “Anything you need, baby girl,” I murmured.

Her breath hitched a little, and I took an extra second to continue touching her. The dress Lilah had chosen for the night was a dark red silky number that clung to each of her generous curves in a way that made my cock jerk. It had a low-cut neckline, and the zipper barely came up to the small of her back, explaining why she was having difficulty reaching it. Her shoulders weren’t the most flexible, something I had teased her about more than once.

As it was, she had far more skin on display than my inner alpha wanted, and I let out a low, possessive growl before I shoved down my instincts and took a deep breath, tugging her zipper into place.

“There you go,” I said softly.

She nodded, her tongue darting out to drag along her lower lip. Her makeup was impeccable, with her lips painted the same red as her dress. Her hair was down around her shoulders in heavy, glossy waves, and a heavy cloud of her perfume surrounded me. As I stood there looking at her in the mirror, my cock jerked, and it took everything inside of me to shove down the desire building in my stomach.

“Killian,” she whispered.

Just the sound of my name, soft on her red-painted lips, was enough to make me groan and bury my face in her neck. I breathed in her scent, and my cock swelled as she whimpered and tipped her head to the side.

“Fuck, you’re a vision,” I groaned. My hands slid down her sides, settling on her hips, and I continued to greedily breathe in her scent as she squirmed a little in my grip. I mouthed at her skin, her scent making my head spin, and she whined, pressing her ass back against the rapidly growing swell of my cock.

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