Page 100 of Feral Alphas

“I thought I’d leave it to you to finish it all.”

She blows out her lips. “Figures.”

I ruffle her hair, careful not to get much of my scent on her. “Come on. Work me to the bone before I knock off.”

I’ve never been so eager to come home as I am today, knowing Rose is waiting for me. Her shy little text reply with the kiss emoji made my heart stir earlier and I’m ready to have her in my arms again.

The front door scrapes against the carpet. I’ve been promising for years to shave a bit of the wood off, but we ended up leaving it since such an audible noise would alert us to anyone’s presence.

I jerk to a halt as I catch sight of Luka kneeling naked on the floor as expected, but beside him, Rose kneels on a cushion, her open bathrobe revealing she’s naked underneath too.

“Fuck me!” The words fall from my numb lips, and I lick them quickly as if I could scoop the cursing back inside. “What’s this, Luka?”

He doesn’t lift his head, but I can see the edges of his lips quirking like he finds this hilarious. “She wanted to, Sir.”

“Rose, you don’t need to do this,” I say, but she grins at me.

“I want to. I’ve been following Luka around with what he does all day, and we even had sex on the table.”

I turn away to hide the instant hard-on pressing against my pants. Clearing my voice quietly, I ask, “Did Kye have anything to say about that?”

“He played his cello and watched.”

I stagger and brace myself against the wall. “What?” I glance at Luka, and he nods subtly, a wicked grin splitting his face. The antics these three are getting up to might give me a fucking heart attack.

Rose rushes on, eager to tell me everything. “And Luka gave me his spare water bottle, too.”

I laugh and pull myself together. I cross to them and brush my hands across both their heads. “Is that so? Did you drink it all?”

“He only filled it up two-thirds cos I started late in the day, but I drank all of that.”

“That’s great to hear. It’s important to stay well hydrated, especially when you’re coming all over our nasty cocks day and night.”

She shivers under my grip and her omega scent heightens.

I smile and pivot to my sub. “And you, Luka? Did you finish your water?”

“Yes, Sir. Her Majesty here worked me hard.”

“You better tell me all about it,” I say, telling them to get up. I burst out laughing when I see the bean bag on top of the dining table. “This is the royal throne?”

“Yes, Sir,” Rose chimes with glee. I gather them both in my arms. “How’s an old man like me supposed to survive the sex appeal you two put off? At this rate I’ll need Viagra or haze.”

Luka scoffs. “Not with Rose’s scent in the house you don’t.”

“True.” I murmur with a smile. “I’m already hard as concrete.”

“Need some help with that?” Rose teases. Luka must be rubbing off on her for sure, because her nervousness about sex from yesterday seems to have evaporated.

I lean in and fold her bathrobe shut around her bare chest and knot the belt tightly so I can at least think. “Soon, but we need to discuss some ground rules regarding these feral alphas. Mufasa arrives tomorrow and I need to know you’re not going to try running up to his bars again.”

Rose’s eyes light up and she jogs to the narrow broom cupboard. “Luka already thought about that. Look.” She holds up what has to be a child’s garden shovel, with a long handle and scalloped end. “We can pass their food and stuff through like this, without touching.”

She clasps her hands around the blue handle, looking at me shyly through her lashes. “There’s a reason I went up to Mufasa’s bars. You see, a few minutes before you raided the arena that day, he broke out of the ring. He came straight for me but he kind of hunched over me, and bit Groman’s fingers off. Well, Groman deserved it, he . . . I didn’t want him to put his hands there—”

Rose falters and I clench my fist, trying to contain the bitter bloodlust that rushes through me. Somehow Groman slipped through the OCB net that day, but I swear I’ll never stop hunting him. He’ll pay for laying hands on our omega.

Rose smiles bravely. “Mufasa didn’t even try to hurt me. In fact, he tried not to touch me, and I felt really safe for the first time.” She runs a finger across her lip, brow furrowed as she thinks hard. “But I wouldn’t do that with Scar. He’s different.”

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