Page 129 of Feral Alphas

He tucks me in under his chin where his alpha scent is strongest. “I tried calling him but he didn’t answer. Luka’s stronger than you know, Rose. He’ll be okay.”

“Not without us,” I add bitterly.

I need my alphas together. All of them.

I take a few bites of my sandwich but have no appetite. Instead, I wander into my room for quiet time out of habit, not that the schedule matters without Luka here. I’m no longer the Queen of the Housekeeping.

I bury my face into my cushions which still smell of Luka and promise myself I’ll never wash them. My whole body aches from the pain in my heart.

Raised voices drift in from the kitchen, and I hear Kye saying something on the phone about an appointment. He’s got hismeeting with his shitty father soon. Maybe it was even today. It’s hard to care anymore.

I shift on my gently swinging nest, tugging the cushions and pillows into a more comfortable position. The slice of light coming in the tiny gap between the curtains is bugging me, so I get up and close it with a few hairpins before curling back up with my pillows.

Kye knocks on my door. “Mi amor, I have to go out. Colt’s on his way home so you won’t be alone for long, but please promise me you’ll stay in your room?”

“Sure,” I murmur. “I was planning to nap.”

All this fuss about leaving me alone happens because Luka isn’t here. “Tell him not to come unless he brings Luka with him.” I don’t really mean it because I love Colt so much, and I know he thinks he must do this for the family, but he’s wrong.

Kye sighs and pads over to lean into the nest to kiss me. “Miss you already.”

“I hope the ass stops causing you problems,” I mutter.

“That makes two of us,” he says, easing the door mostly closed behind him.

I want to sleep but my stomach starts aching. Thinking I’ve eaten something bad, I sit up, and suddenly a burning sensation hits me like a tornado descending. I gasp and flop back, half falling over the edge to vomit up my few bits of sandwich on the floor.

Shit! I should have seen the signs, but I was too distracted. The aches, the flushes, the nesting—my heat is here. I pant and writhe against the mattress, hanging onto the rattan edge as I grab my water bottle, the action sending my phone tumbling to the floor. I rinse my mouth and groan.

“Kye?” I call with the strength I have left.

The muffled sound of an engine in the driveway greets me and I grip the nest frame and try again. “Kye!” The memory of my last heat sends waves of fire gushing through my body and my pussy weeps with need, the thick streams of slick drenching my pants in seconds.

“Leslie,” I moan, remembering how she warned us about the possibility of a superheat since my very first heat was cut short medically. I flop onto my back and claw at my shirt, certain my skin is about to combust.

Supernova sounds more like it.

“Luka?” Luka should be in the next room, pleasuring himself, and I cry as I realize he’s not there.

My superheat is here, and the only men in the house are two feral alphas raised as fighters in illegal matches who don’t even know how to speak. I could die before anyone else gets home.

My scent flares, so thick I can feel it in the air I struggle to suck into my lungs. My belly spasms like it’s my pussy gasping, calling for an alpha to save me.

Groggy with need, I try to drag myself off the nest, but I can’t even tell which way is up anymore. Lights twinkle in my vision in every direction, and I clutch the nearest pillow to my chest and thrust my hips against it, whining with need.

Omega-calling for my alphas.

An answering bark comes from in the house as Zane hears my distress.

“Zane! Zane! Come!” He can’t reach me, but logic has fled in the face of this superheat’s all-consuming wildfire. I groan again and slide my fingers into my pussy, feeling the muscles clench around me. But it achieves nothing without alpha musk and alpha knot to settlemy pheromones. Nothing except triggering a fresh batch of slick to gush into my hand.

“Zane!” I scream. “Come!”

If someone doesn’t hold me together, I’ll shatter and never return. My throat burns as I repeat the command. A dull thumping sounds, my heartbeat struggling to keep up with the frenzied hormones pumping through my body as my blood thickens with adrenaline. At least, that’s what it feels like because every pulse hurts like I’m blown up, too tight, too full, and dreadfully empty at the same time.

My heartbeat quiets and then the door slams open against the wall. Zane stands there, heaving with heavy breaths, his knuckles gushing with blood.

“Zane! Come,” I cry through tears, reaching my hands for him. He leaps straight into my nest, growling. “Yes, good job. Come.” My beautiful, feral alpha has come to protect me once more. He perches over me, unsteady as the nest rocks while he searches for what’s threatening me.

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