Page 90 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

The other man was a little bit shorter, his blond hair short and neat, his glasses perched neatly on the tip of his nose. He was handsome, in a bureaucratic way, and the way that his eyes—green, I could see them even from across the room—cut around the room screameddanger. I had no doubt that even with the taller alpha being so close to shift, this man was the one who needed to be reckoned with the most.

His eyes slid over to me and my pack, and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering as his gaze fell on me.

“That’s Deverick. He’s the king’s hacker, his tech guy, and basically, he does everything his physical guards can’t or won’t.” Oliver stepped closer to me, sliding his hand around the back of my neck, under my hair, before leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Don’t worry, princess,” he murmured. “We’ll keep you safe from the monarchy.”

The idea of needing to be safe from the monarchy had never occurred to me, but now that it was out there, I couldn’t stop myself from straightening up slightly, a shiver of mild unease running down my spine.

And more than the unease that came from Oliver’s words came a certain awareness that my alphas had some sort of relationship with the monarchy and the two alphas in the middle of the room.

I was tempted to ask what it was but bit the words back at the last second. I had the feeling that it wouldn’t benefit me to know—plausible deniability and all that.

“Thank you,” I finally murmured, meaning every word sincerely.

We were all watching Deverick and Jackson so closely that we noticed the exact moment something changed.

Jackson bared his teeth, and I didn’t have to be near him to know he was letting out a low, mildly threatening growl. Deverick turned to face the same direction, his expression coolly calculating.

His lips moved, clearly speaking to Jackson. Then, the two of them turned on their heels, and just as quickly as they had walked into the gallery, they left. Deverick pulled out his phone as they were leaving, already calling someone, and the last thingI saw before they disappeared was Jackson dragging the claws of his shifted hand down the sleeve of his shirt, tearing the fine fabric to shreds.

I furrowed my brow and turned to look in the direction they had been looking before they had left. At first, I didn’t see anything other than the same usual individuals, all dressed in fancy clothes that were too expensive.

But then I narrowed in a bit more, and I noticed one person who was slightly different from the rest—a girl who couldn’t have been older than nineteen or twenty. She wasn’t much younger than me, a lithe little thing with softly curled blonde hair that fell to her waist, which was pinned back with sparkling pins gleaming in the light. Her dress was a sweet A-line, fluffed with tulle, a dark purple that made her pale skin glow and her silvery blue eyes stand out.

She was beautiful, of course, but on first glance, I couldn’t see exactly what about her would have caused the guards of the King to have such a strong reaction.

“Huh,” Oliver said, his voice a little puzzled. “I wonder what it is about Alice that upset them.”

I looked at him, and he clarified, “Alice Kudrow.” He nodded at the taller man standing next to her, his hand wrapped around her elbow in a grip that looked too tight, even from across the room. “That’s her father, the man that she’s standing next to right there. Ivan Kudrow is big in political circles, though he doesn’t hold much power. He has ambition, though, and he’s trying to reach a more powerful position. He’s been speaking to some of the King’s lower Generals to get his foot in the door, but nothing has come of it.”

I glanced up at Oliver, ignoring a small bead of sweat that slid down the back of my neck. “You’re pretty well versed in shifter politics.”

His lips quirked up into a smile. “I have to be, princess,” he murmured.

His thumb swept up and down the side of my neck, and this time, I couldn’t hold back the low, sensual moan that fell from my lips. It was throaty but still far louder than I wanted it to be, and I pressed my lips tightly together as all three of my alphas turned to look at me, their eyes suddenly hungry.

“You like that, princess?” Oliver murmured. His fingers dug into the side of my neck, the grip just shy of causing me pain, and I nodded, whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck,” Killian murmured, leaning close and ostensibly looking like he was about to press a kiss to my lips. Before he could make contact, though, he stopped and took a deep breath of my scent.

“Oh...” He opened his eyes, and the pupils had nearly swallowed the green when I met his gaze. His glasses glimmered under the gallery lights, and I whimpered again, leaning forward to capture the kiss he was depriving me of.

Before I could make contact with him, though, he stood up, nearly knocking his chair over in the process. “We need to go,” he said with a clenched jaw.

Oliver frowned slightly. “What?”

He squeezed my neck again, and I breathed out a moan, turning my head so I could nuzzle into his wrist. I couldn’t get as muchskin as I wanted to, but there was a tiny strip, just before his sleeve covered it, that was perfect for me to brush my lips against—maybe even for me to nip at, just a little bit...

Oliver’s scent, strong and alpha, floated up my nose from his wrist, and I groaned, pressing my knee into Emmett’s hand, where he still hadn’t released me. His hand tensed, and my inner omega paced around in my chest.

She wanted our alphas to touch us. She wanted them on top of me, biting and scratching, taking their pleasure from my body and giving me everything they had in return. She wanted, she wanted, shewanted...

“Lilah?” Oliver leaned down, probably to make sure I was okay, but the second his nose brushed the top of my hair, he took a deep breath, and his entire body stiffened. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

“I know,” Killian snapped. “We have to go.Now.”

Killian took my hand and hauled me to my feet before explaining anything else, and Emmett followed suit, though he hadn’t said anything. I stumbled a little bit on my heels, nearly falling directly into Killian, but thankfully, both he and Oliver were there to catch me, both of them holding one of my elbows to keep me upright as they steered me out of the room so quickly that people looked at us curiously.

“Why do we need to go?” I asked. My voice was soft and a little dreamy, and warning bells were ringing in the back of my mind.

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