Page 124 of Feral Alphas

He loads me onto my feet, and I lean on him as he takes me around to the passenger side of his SUV, vibrating with a silent chuckle.

I flinch instinctively as the driver’s side door slams behind him. “It seems my survival instinct is stronger than I thought. Make sure yourfirst hit is good enough to disarm me,” I slur. I’m having trouble talking, but I’m not sure why.

The streetlamp light slides over us in a psychedelic ripple of light and darkness as he turns to look at me. “You think I’m here to kill you?”

“You should be,” I mutter.

He sighs and falls silent. Half an hour later he pulls up in front of an apartment block and hauls me out of the car. “Where are we?” I ask. Maybe I’m bound for a bathtub full of acid. That would be ironic.

“Be quiet and come inside.”

My feet leave bloody footprints across the tiled common area, although I can’t feel them. Liam unlocks a door using a keypad and when he switches on the lights, I see a regular home instead of a saferoom.

He dumps me down onto a dining chair and comes back with a medical kit and an ice pack. “Put that on your lips,” he orders, handing me the frozen bag. “Shit, he made such a mess of your face!”

After telling the AlphaNet to play soft Latin music, he drags over an ottoman and proceeds to silently pick glass out of my feet with tweezers for the next hour.

“Oh, this is the long game,” I muse. “Nurse me back to health, then start all over again. Maximum torture.” I hum and nod. “I approve.”

“Are you wanting to die that badly?” he snaps.

“Wanting? No. Needing? Yes.”

Liam sighs and places a glass shard in the container. “I’m not here to kill you, Luka.”

True suspicion dawns, and I cast around in my hollow brain for answers that won’t come. “Colt will hate you for helping me,” I finally say.

Liam snorts. “He already hates me. This won’t make it worse.”

“You don’t know what I did.”

He places his hands either side of my seat, gripping tight. “I do know, pal.” A red rash runs up the back of his neck. “I was in ICU, Luka. I was a viewer.”

“For work?”

“No, for pleasure.”

I blink, processing that the handsome man kneeling in front of me was a viewer in a channel for cock. Understanding breaks open in my fragile mind and I lift my knuckles to study the black bands across my fingers. “You recognized me.”

“Yes. A pierced cock and tatted hands like yours are unique. Now we both know each other’s secrets.”

I lift my brows in a silent question, and he snorts. “You forget I was part of your original case after the hospital incident. Your body parts are all on file at the OCB.”

He makes it sound like I’ve already been drawn and quartered and put on ice, but I get what he means. Logic cobbles together one epiphany to another like coupled trains. “You told Colt.”

“Yes. But anonymously.”

“Good.” I nod, laughing bitterly. My sins sure found me out. “No point him hating you more.”

He groans. “I’m sorry, Luka, but when you involved your omega, I couldn’t turn a blind eye. I knew Colt wouldn’t have allowed that.”

I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t want to think about it, but I let his words cut fresh strips in my heart. There’s one thing I have to know. “What’s your ICU handle?”

He shakes his head in refusal.

“Tell me you aren’t ThirstyKirsty.”

Liam screws up his face in disgust. “I can assure you, that’s not my handle. I tried to tell you to ignore her.”

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