Page 115 of Feral Alphas

Luka, Kye, and I all turn to look at Zane, who leans against his bars like he does every time I’m in the room. Not sure how he can stay on his feet so much without them aching, but he never seems to notice if they hurt.

I pick up the sponge and dip the corner in the bucket before crossing to the cell. “Hey, Zane. It’s wash day.” I mime working the sponge across my arm, and then I dab it against his hands. “Wash. But that means you need to go in the cuffs.”

My heart squeezes as I point at the shackles on the wall. I hated those back at the center where I was raised. It always meant needles and blood draws and even intrusive inspections.

“Wash,” I say again, sidestepping toward that side of his room. Zane copies me, and I repeat my washing action and point. We’ve done this a few times, so he knows what to expect, but I’m sure he has even more trauma than me from being shackled. That’s when they operated on his injuries without anesthetic, or roughlyperformed health checks and grooming, and who knows what atrocities to turn him feral.

“If you go in the cuffs, I’ll give you a kiss.”

His tongue sweeps out over his lips, and it’s so darn cute.

I hold his gaze and poke my tongue out a little, and then my breath catches as he backs up a step, and then another until his shoulders hit the wall where the cuffs are. So much trust, it melts my heart.

Luka moves to my side, and I re-introduce him to my feral alpha, as I do every time.

Kye wipes his hands on his pant legs. “Are we sure we want to do this without Colt in the house?”

“Don’t be a baby,” Luka tells him with a grin as he unlocks the cage.

I hold my breath as Zane snarls at him. He’s been more aggressive with Luka ever since the alpha released his scent, but he’s nowhere near as feral as the day he arrived. I keep talking as Luka slowly approaches him while Kye guards the cell door.

Luka softens his voice. “Wash day. You want a kiss? Then you need to get a wash.”

Zane snarls and snaps at him.

“Non, Zane. Non,” I say, gripping the bars tight and silently willing him to cooperate.

The bigger alpha whines, his gaze never leaving me as Luka gets first one wrist and then the other snapped into the shackles. “Now there’s real trust,” he breathes as the feral alpha’s ankles get locked down as well. He double checks the bonds before announcing the all clear and backing away.

Kye carries the bucket of water for me. Zane growls and his eyes dart back and forth wildly as he tries to keep both Luka and Kye in sight.

“I got it,” I say, taking the heavy bucket and lugging it the last few feet. “Give him some space.”

I dip the sponge in the warm water and squeeze it out. “Well done, Zane. Are you ready for your kiss?”

His tongue darts out again and I move in slowly to press my mouth against his. His tongue sweeps over my lips and I giggle as it tickles. Kinda like kissing a puppy. Moving slowly, I run the sponge all over his arms and chest and he shivers as the warm water drips down his body. His wide gray eyes stay locked on me. His chest puffs with short, sharp whuffs, like he’s taking my scent in or holding back some barks.

While I work, I croon soft noises and song snippets. “Luka?” I call when I reach Zane’s waist but when Luka takes a step forward, Zane thrashes against his bonds and growls. I press my hand against his heaving chest. “Non, Zane. Shh.”

He settles, leaving just his teeth bared in a quiet snarl.

“How about you do it today, Rose?” Luka asks softly. “He’s responding well to you.”

Carefully I peel the Velcro on the special shorts down the side of his hip so I can take them off.

Luka takes them and places the fresh pair on the bed, within reach. “Wash it up, then gently peel back the foreskin and work around the tip.”

At least I’ve handled the guys’ dicks enough to do this. I run the sponge down his vee, noting a long scar tracking across Zane’s right hip as I work. Both of these men have been through so much. Thealpha’s cock hardens the moment I touch it as I gently follow Luka’s instructions.

Zane whines softly and my heart squeezes. I lean a little closer and take in his alpha scent, thin after being washed but still present. It’s my secret hope that one day he’ll be fully rehabilitated, and I’ll be able to welcome him into my bed like my other alphas. I know Scar might never recover, but Zane’s always been closer to humanity.

Zane’s breath catches and his tongue slips out to swipe at my temple. I chuckle and lift his cock to finish cleaning underneath. The alpha’s hips move forward the slightest bit, making his erect cock slide through my palm. His soft whine hits my ears again.

I freeze. “Guys, did you see that?”

“Yeah, I did,” Luka says.

I suck my lip between my teeth. “What do I do?” I ask, Looking at Luka.

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