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Luka hands her off to Kye, who’s job is to protect her as a last line of defense as my sub comes back to me.

“Ready?” asks the Alpha Lodgings guards, passing us long gloves and throat guards.

I nod. “Let’s get this done.”

“Locks opening.”

Mufasa snarls as the two men get the door open. Even with his hands shackled together, he fights us, snarling and lashing out. We’re almost to the step when I realize he hasn’t tried to bite.

Getting down the step is the most dangerous part of this endeavor because he could break loose as we navigate the drop. Sure enough, Mufasa kicks out, catching one of the guards on the inside of the knee and he goes down on the truck bed with a yelp.

Liam’s right there at the ground level as we haul the snarling alpha out, his strong grip locks in around Mufasa who struggles violently. Then suddenly the feral alpha goes completely still, and I hear Rose’s singing voice cut through the air. Her front window must be ajar.

“Easy now,” I say, swinging down from the truck and wincing as my old knee injury lets me know it’s not fully healed. “Let’s get inside. Come, Mufasa.” I copy Rose’s words and his gray-brown eyes slide my way warily.

Liam backs toward the door and Mufasa lets his feet drag. Luka and I hook his arms but except for his lips curling back, he doesn’t try to fight us off.

With Rose’s muted voice accompanying us, we get him inside and in front of his new room. “Handcuffs off,” I say quietly to the guard who came in. Mufasa growls and tenses but I talk to him gently, using the same word Rose did. “Non, big guy. Non. You want to be with Rose? Then you need to settle.”

The hand cuffs come off and we back him carefully into the cell.

“Release,” I order quietly, and the three of us let him go, blocking the entry as I swing the iron bar door shut and lock it. He’s now securely surrounded on three sides by iron bars, and one side by a brick wall a bulldozer would have trouble pushing through.

The guard whistles and shakes his head. “It’s like a room at the Romdine Grande compared to where he was.” He offers a hand to me. “Good luck, sirs. I can’t tell if you’re good hearted or crazy, but I suppose if I was ‘im, I’d want someone to give me a second chance too.”

I tug the protective gear off. “I can’t take any credit. It’s my omega who’s giving him a second chance.”

He nods in understanding. “Sign for delivery and then we’ll get out of your hair.”

I sign his tablet and he salutes.

“Like signing for an Alphazon parcel,” Luka muses under his breath and I snort a laugh.

“Something like that, but with a few more teeth.”

“Mail order pack brother,” Liam says with a grin as he dusts off his hands. “That was easier than I expected, to be honest.”

“This one seems to listen to Rose,” I say before calling for Kye and Rose. “Come on out and settle him in, Rosie.”

Liam drops his hand on my shoulder. “If you need extra hands to wash him or something, I’m your guy. I really respect what you’re doing here, Colt.”

I thank him quietly, feeling oddly at ease in this private setting with him in gym shorts and a long-sleeved tee. Not sure I can forgive him for stealing my credit, though I’ve got too much on my hands to stress about it now. Maybe he’s genuinely sorry and wants to make things up to me. I sneak a glance at Liam and find him watching Rose’s face as she greets her first feral alpha. Maybe he’s trying to steal my omega.

I shrug off the silly thought. Alpha hormones will screw up my logic at this rate. Rose is our scent match, so she’s not going anywhere.

I swivel and take another look at Mufasa, who’s trying to eye everywhere in his new room at once without turning his back to us.

Our strange pack’s grown from four to five.

Chapter thirty-eight

Rose

I slide the red card across the floor with my plastic shovel. “This is a Draw Two. When I play this one, it means you have to pick up two cards instead of having a turn.” I take two cards and use the long barbecue tongs I found in a drawer to arrange them with Mufasa’s cards in front of his bars.

“Now it’s my turn again, so I place another red card. Look at this color. It’s red.” I tap each of the colors in front of him, naming them slowly. His pale gray eyes flick to the cards and then straight back to me. As always, he leans into the bars like he wants to be close, but there’s no other reaction from him.

Footsteps brush down the carpet in the hallway and I tense, waiting to see if whoever is awake will get me in trouble for being near my feral alpha. Dawn breaks sluggishly over the rooftops through the glass sliding door and the house has been completely silent as everyone else sleeps. But I couldn’t stay in bed when I was worried about whether Mufasa had been okay during his first night.

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