Page 120 of Feral Alphas

“Welcome,” I mutter. Must be all the omega pheromones in the house turning us soft.

Kye heads for the door and there’s a messy few minutes as Rose hugs him and cries, and Kye reaches out his hand to shake Colt’s but our pack leader pulls him in for a hug. Then he’s off, loading his bags and that giant cello into his trunk and tearing down the street to get to the airport.

We stand in the doorway watching him go for a minute, and Colt admires Rose’s new garden. The bright pinks, purples and whites brighten up the front yard big time. I’m working up the courage to tell Colt about the bills when he ruffles my hair and catches my eye. “It looks amazing, Luka. I’m so proud of all you’ve managed around here, and how you’ve kept some savings to see us through this chaos. Couldn’t manage any of this without you.”

The intent to be truthful dies a sudden death and I swallow hard. Fuck me, how am I supposed to tell him now?

Saving? No, just skipping meals and fucking into a camera while his back’s turned, like I will later after he leaves for work. “Yeah,” I mumble weakly, feeling tears scratch up the back of my throat.

“I need to get going too,” he says, hooking one arm around Rose and the other around me before squeezing us both.

“Have a great day, Colt,” Rose says.

I smile, my heart sinking into darkness.

I pace the floor in my bedroom, clenching and unclenching the grip trainers. I have an omega, but I can’t support her.

The house has been quiet with Kye out of state and Colt called into work for a weekend situation he couldn’t talk about, which means an emergency raid. I kind of hope it’s a result of the manhunt on the Groman asshole. If Rose hadn’t demanded my knot back then at the grocery store, I could’ve killed the fucker who kept her captive and was planning to force himself on her.

But I wouldn’t trade that precious memory for all the money in the world.

I turn my laptop on and double check in the bathroom that I’m clean. My cock perks up like it knows this is show time. Ever since I let out my alpha scent, the knot’s been showing up, even though I’m trying to stuff all my control back in the bottle it was locked in.

Hard to do when my omega keeps digging her nose into my neck trying to catch a hint of my scent again.

Knowing my scent is so strong is part of the reason I learned to control it, even before I met Colt. Good way to make unruly bikers underestimate you and even better for sneaking up on people when they can’t smell you coming. These dark thoughts and the building anger show how far my self-control is slipping and I’m not sure what to do about it. I need to talk to Colt, maybe get him to put me back in line like he has a few times before.

I set the lube and towels on the desk next to my surprise for today, and switch on the cam. My chat fills up immediately, viewers excited to see me when I usually take the weekend off. They’re also desperate to see my knot, which they noticed right away.

ThirstyKirsty hounds me immediately asking if the omega will be joining. She asks every time and I sigh.

Make it two-thousand,I joke, thinking about the stack of overdue bills. Colt can’t even legally work if I don’t get those ones paid on time.

ThirstyKirsty:Done. Half now, half after.

Golden dollar signs float across the screen and my balance jumps up to one grand, just like that. I stare at the screen, dumbfounded. How do people have that kind of money laying around? Fuck! I know I need to say no, but it’s such easy money. A one-time thingfor two grand to finally catch up. Just once, and then I could pay for the security cameras.

I shake out my hands and turn the camera off. Rose wouldn’t care, but she doesn’t even need to know. I shut off the warning voice in the back of my mind and rearrange the laptop next to the bed and check the camera preview that it won’t show the pillow.

“Hey, Rose?” I knock on her door, ignoring the sweat on my hands.

“Come in.”

I swallow hard. “You up for some fun?”

She throws down her book and jumps up. “Always.”

I take her hand and lead her back to my bedroom. “Shirt off, lie down on the bed.”

She looks so beautiful, with the light from the window slanting across her pale skin, her small mouth quirked with excitement. I tug my pants off. “Here’s the game. I’m going to fuck your breasts until I come, and you’re not going to move an inch, alright?”

With a grin, she reaches up to grab the headrest and I groan at her willingness to please. I want to give her everything. After I lean down to kiss her, I flick the camera on, double checking the view only shows her rounded breasts in their lacy holders, plus my cock and thighs balanced over her waist.

The chat goes wild as I drag my alpha knob across her ribs and up on her chest. More dollar signs float across the screen and I brace myself and start fucking her body. Honestly, I forget the camera is recording as I pleasure myself against the friction of her lacey bra and the mounds peeking out the top. Lying down and pressured by my body, she falls out of the cup a little, toward the camera and Igroan as my pierced head slides across her silky skin. She’s so fucking perfect, I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I cup my hands around them and squash them together to create a tunnel and then I fuck her chest hard. Rose moans and holds the bedhead to keep from sliding away.

My breath comes heavy as I groan, my balls tightening as I shoot all over her breasts, the white mess stark against her navy-blue lingerie.

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