Page 101 of Feral Alphas

Luka whistles and turns to watch me. I blink as I run a hand through my hair. “I don’t remember any of that being in the report.”

She hunches in on herself. “I mentioned the alpha breaking loose in my report. The thing is, I wasn’t certain until I’d done the scent matching for you and Kye, and that’s when I realized what I’d felt from Mufasa was a scent match. I’d never been that close to him, or any of them, before.”

An image of this beautiful, scared omega clinging to me with blood spattered across her chest and shoulders winks into my mind. I had to carefully clean the blood off her while we were knotted—she shouldn’t have ever had to go through something like that.

I rub her shoulders. “I wasn’t saying you lied, sweetheart. I just forgot. We’ll take it one step at a time, but no matter how much you think he won’t harm you, promise me you won’t go within touching range without one of us supervising.” I twitch my finger from Luka to myself. “We know wild alphas better than you and Kye do.”

She’s happy enough to agree since I haven’t ruled out touching altogether. In the back of my mind, I hear the first transport guy from Alpha Lodgings say those two were unsavable, but it’s offset by the guard who was surprised Mufasa didn’t try to hurt her.

It’s still in the back of my mind as I take my two rascals to the bed and push the limits of their endurance with sex that might be as wild as the animals we’re about to bring into our pack.

Still, it wouldn’t be the first time I tamed someone the world said was a lost cause.

The hum of an engine sends me out onto the front lawn, but it’s Liam, not the delivery truck. I wave for him to park across the road, and he comes jogging over.

He flashes his trademark boyish grin. “I was worried I’d be late.”

“Nah, they’re not here yet.” I toss my head toward the house. “You may as well come see the entry point.”

Inside, we’ve cleared every bit of furniture between the front door and the former laundry. The others move the dining chairs out of the pathway as we walk in. Liam whistles as he looks into the cage. “Not much space, is it?”

“More than he has at the Lodgings,” I reply. “Everyone, this is Supervisory Special Agent Liam Andrews. I work with him at the Bureau.”

“That’s a bit of a mouthful,” Liam says cheerily. “Just Liam.”

I nod. “You already know Rose.”

“Enchante, madam,” Liam says, bowing toward her.

I get an instinctive protective urge to stand between them, but I resist the alpha compulsion. “You remember Luka, and over there is Kye.”

The men exchange greetings and then I map out who’s in charge of what, and how we’ll respond in various situations that won’t arise—I hope. “Biggest danger in here is if they make a break for that glass sliding door. Could get messy if the glass gets smashed.”

“And cold,” Kye jokes.

The sound of an engine echoes and we rush out to the front in time to wave the driver to reverse over the lawn right up to the door. I smother a sigh as I hear the feral growls and thumps of a pissed-off alpha inside. Punch marks riddle the truck trailer.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” I mutter.

Rose rests her hand on mine. “Let me talk to him first.”

I waver between the desire to keep her far away and my memory from the prison of this wild man licking her forehead. Then she turns those green eyes on me with puppy-dog begging and I cave immediately. “Alright, but then I want you in your room when we move him. Agreed?”

She nods and I help her up into the back of the truck. “Hey, Mufasa,” she croons. “I said I was making a home for you, remember? You’re here now, and safe, and we’re going to take care of you.”

Her calm, gentle tone puts even me at ease, and I fold my arms, watching closely to see how the dark-haired alpha responds. His nostrils flare and he presses against the bars, watching her with unblinking eyes.

“They have to move you into the house now. So you need to walk nicely.” Rose walks her fingers along her arm and then covers her mouth. “No biting, okay?” She taps a finger against her teeth. “Non.”

“Non?” I ask softly.

She shrugs one shoulder. “The kennel bosses always used to shout ‘no’ at them. I want to use a different word.”

She’s an angel for sure. With her free hand she waves for me, and I step up to her side. “This is Colt, our pack master,” Rose says and I’ve never felt prouder to be officially introduced.

Mufasa’s lips curl back in a silent snarl. I can’t blame him since I’ve already manhandled him in and out of this truck once before.

“Non!” Rose says sternly and presses her fingers to her lips. “Non.” To my amazement, he relaxes his snarl. She pats my chest and introduces me again, before pointing to the house. “Come.” She back ups, and he watches like a hawk as Luka helps her down from the truck and she walks into the house.

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