Page 133 of Feral Alphas

Rose murmurs, her thighs twitching open and her belly heaving. “Colt, Colt,” she whimpers, the sounds as slick in my ears as the fluid dripping from her pussy. I snarl and learn forward, and Rose tugs on Zane at the same moment. It’s nearly imperceptible, but he deflates fractionally. I press in closer, straddling Rose’s hips as she asks him to sit again.

His entire body shakes, the effort costing him everything he’s learned over the twenty-something years being raised as a fighter. Every inch he gives, I follow, until he’s lying on his back in our omega’s arms. I don’t stop until my teeth are pressed to his throat, my demanding growls rippling over his vibrating throat.

His growls switch to a soft, submissive whine and when he drops his gaze, I let out a puff of air against his smooth jugular. Zane the killer has submitted to me.

I lift my head and run my cheek across his, scent marking his face. “Kiss?”

His eyes widen. “Kiz.”

Rose chuckles as I drop my mouth to his, leaving a bare finger-width of space. His tongue darts out to lick my lips and I deepen the kiss with a sigh of relief, one-hand on his neck to be sure. As a final check, I rub my neck and shoulders down his bare body, marking my scent all over him, and then I do the same to Rose. No unsubmitted alpha would tolerate that.

Zane is my pack brother after all.

“Kiss,” I say, pointing at our gasping omega as I press my cock between her swollen thighs. She feels so fucking good. I drop my head to kiss her surging ribs, and tilt her hips up to receive me. She gasps as I plunge in through her pussy, which is like sliding into a bowl of thick, warm honey. I moan and thrust deep.

Rose reaches out to grasp my wrist, whining needily as she writhes under my touch.

Keeping one eye on me, Zane leans over to lick her face and I smile as she vacuum seals her mouth to his. With Rose in need, everything else fades to the all-consuming task of sating her. Zane slowly fucks his hips into the bedding, quivering in response to the sounds Rose pours down his throat, and I rest a hand on his broad back. He jumps and tenses, but I stroke him gently.

I haven’t thought too much about him as a sexual being because I was more worried about him tearing someone’s throat out, but naked, writhing into Rose’s side under my hand, I have to admit he’s a handsome fucker. The soft warmth of the fairy lights catches on the sweat sheened across his bronzed skin, turning him gold.

As I thrust my hips into Rose over and over, moaning and growling at how good she feels, I slowly stroke over his tight ass and massage down his thighs. Both of us move in unison, cocks surging in response to Rose’s animal cries. She’s burning up and arching into me, and it’s right up there with the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.

Zane barks with an odd noise as I slide my fingers between his quivering cheeks to brush his cock, but when I immediately stop, he lifts his hips off the bed and pushes into my touch.

“Sec,” he purrs against Rose’s cheek, and I feel tears prick my eyes as I take him in hand, stroking for real. I shake as I come, the three of us joined in lethal lust.

Rose pants, sweat running between her shivering breasts, and then she gives me that whine for more, and I grin. Soothing an omega through a heat like this is going to be a long haul, which is exactly why we form packs to keep up. My knot swells in anticipation as I nudge into her again, my cum and hers flowing across the bed like a river.

When Kye gets back to help take care of our omega, we’ll establish pack order between him and Zane, and then I’ll go figure out why Luka did what he did and how I can bring him home to the omega who needs him.

And the alpha who misses him.

Chapter fifty-one

Kye

It’s not until I sit around the table with five men in suits that I realize I’ve become more comfortable dressing casually. I did remember to wear a suit jacket, but it’s worn over an ordinary white shirt and black slacks.

Across the table between his two hot-shot lawyers sits my father, suited up with his tie choking him as much as the sneer twisting his lips. A strange realization hits me that I might be the one to lose my fortune, but he’s already lost everything; his omega, his pack, and now his only son.

He’s fighting for a legacy but he doesn’t even know what it is, and a surge of pity rolls through me. No one in the world would dare to pity Kane Romdine, except for me.

I keep my left hand in my pants pocket, rolling the plain metal band on my ring finger around with my thumb. This symbol of our packhood that Luka gave me is probably worth less than twenty bucks, and yet it’s more precious to me than the Romdine hotel which towers over us across the city block.

“You called for this meeting, Father,” I say, wanting to get this unpleasant business out of the way and return to Rose as soon as possible.

The senior lawyer to his left straightens. “My client is willing to drop the suit against the Kazi City property—”

I hold up my hand to cut him off. “Let’s dispense with the client-attorney bullshit, shall we? I’m right here, Dad. Say it to my face yourself.”

A dark look flickers across my father’s face, but he leans on the table. “Alright son, if you want to play hardball. Come home, join the West Brothers’ pack, and learn the family business.”

I pick up the elegant gold-capped pen off the leather-bound legal notepad and lean back in my chair. “I already have a pack.”

He scoffs. “A dirt poor civil servant from a faded-out lineage, two criminals out of their minds, and a murderer who’s tried to bury himself away from society so people will think he’s rehabilitated. That’s not a pack, it’s a crime scene waiting to happen.”

I wince, but it’s the mention of Luka rather than his assessment that pains me. There was a moment when I thought the same about Luka, but he proved over and over that he was gentle and accepting, and that he could take care of Rose even better than us. He’s the only one who never doubted her for bringing feral alphas into the house, and I have my own thoughts about why he did what he did. I miss him.

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