Page 90 of Feral Alphas

I puff out a heavy breath. “Thank you so much!”

“Just keep that foot steady, you hear?” He flicks his hand to send me on my way and I pull out into the lane with a wave of acknowledgement.

I massage my excited cock through my fitted trousers a few times. Rose will have been home for a couple of hours by now, and she’s probably been thoroughly sexed up by Colt and Luka, but I hope she’ll still come out with me tonight. The moment we got confirmation of the day, I made reservations at the best Italianrestaurant in town, flashing a little cash and my surname to get to the front of the line.

The idea of her locked between Luka and Colt makes my belly stir with a strange curiosity. Luka’s loaded in the junk department, which makes sense now I know for sure he’s an alpha.

I was a kid back then, but the entire country saw the news when the Bikie Butcher went to trial and got sentenced for twenty years for the deaths of seven rival bikers. It also broke news when he got jumped in prison a year later. I’d assumed he’d either died from his injuries or was still rotting in solo confinement, so finding out he’s my new packmate has shocked me to the core.

He certainly seems completely under Colt’s thumb, and he’s been friendly and helpful to me, but some things are hard to look past. Like murder. And now I’m supposed to add two ferals who have none of Luka’s control or friendliness into the mix—little more than wild animals with who knows how many kills under their belts.

“Anything for an omega,” I murmur to myself as I pull into the sloped driveway. The melodic purr of the engine cuts and a thought strikes me. The car’s worth about a hundred and fifty thousand on resell. If I sell it and pick up a third-hand Toyota, I’d be one-ninth of the way to my goal. My friends would scream with laughter if they saw me driving a dead-beat car, but they’re not in the same state, so who cares?

Come to think of it, they’re not really my friends anymore. All of them would choose the Wests over me, and no one reached out or even knows I’m out of state. It’s just me and my cello. If it’s money I need, the Princess is worth nearly six hundred k, but I could never sell her.

But I can’t say I’m on my own anymore. I have a new family now, and an omega.

I drag my thoughts together, staring at the garage’s rust-stained roller door. Inside that dreadful corpse of a house is my omega and my new pack, and I’m going to make this work.

The moment I step through the front door, the floral scent hits me hard. The whole house smells like a florist shop and I breathe it in, the tension in my body draining away. Yeah, a man could get used to this real fast. Like, I’m already addicted.

“Hello?” I call, a gust from the open door disturbing some of the rose petals scattered on the floor. My idea, and Luka’s execution.

“In the kitchen,” Colt calls.

I slip my shoes off and place them along the wall and hurry into the next room. Onion and garlic sizzles in the pan Luka’s taking care of, while our gorgeous omega sits on the kitchen bench, watching him.

She squeals when she sees me, and I run to catch her just in time as she throws herself off the edge. “Hey,mi amor!” I hug her tight, breathing her in. She’s freshly showered, and she looks more relaxed and happy than I’ve seen her at the Omega Center. “Welcome home!”

She wriggles. “Thank you! It’s so beautiful!”

If she thinks this dump is beautiful . . . I cut that thought off. It won’t do me any good to complain, and all that matters is her happiness. I rest her ass up on the edge of the bench to take some weight off my complaining ribs, which took a square blow from the instructor’s assistant playing at being feral in class.

I glance over her shoulder and share a nod with Colt. That’s about the extent of our interactions since the Bikie Butcher incident. We’rekeeping our distance with icy civility unless we actually need to talk about our omega.

“Luka said you decorated my room. I love it so much!” Rose babbles, her voice sweet with excitement. “And the cages are almost ready. Do you know when my wild alphas will come?”

Colt quirks his brow at me, and I tense and shake my head, flushing with unease. I didn’t pass the preliminary assessment.

“We can bring one next week and the other should be in about a month, Rosie,” Colt says. “We need to finish building the second room and take care of some paperwork.”

I’m grateful he doesn’t rat out my failure, but I still feel sour inside. It doesn’t last long though when Rose squeezes me tight. “Now you’re home, I didn’t know I could even be this happy.”

I cup her face with both hands and kiss her until we’re panting and my balls draw tight with need. But I want our first time to be special, and everyone knows you take a lady out on a date before you take her to bed—even if Colt doesn’t agree with my plan. He’s long in the tooth anyway, right? What would he know about dating.

I press another kiss on her lips. “I’m really sorry I couldn’t be here to greet you. Did you see everything?”

“Everything except your room.” She blushes. “And then we broke in my nest.”

That pink glow on her cheeks is everything and my heart warms. “Sounds like you had fun.”

She nods shyly. Yeah, I’m a little jealous of the guys, but this is all part of being a pack. We share. And if I’m totally honest, having an omega makes me a bit nervous, so it doesn’t hurt to have back up.

“Do you feel up to coming out on a dinner date with me tonight?”

Her emerald eyes widen. “A real date? You mean it?”

A tiny shaft of pain spears through me as I acknowledge how much she’s missed out on. But that gives me the opportunity to make up for it. I want to spoil her until she forgets she was locked in cages and tested like a lab rat, or that she thinks she wants the feral alphas.

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