Page 150 of Feral Alphas

Not bad at all.

Chapter fifty-seven

Colt

I step out of the shower and smile as the dulcet moans of my omega being pleasured in the next room reach my ears. Even when Rose’s not in heat, with five hungry alphas in the house, she gets all the attention she can stand. And after so many years of neglect, she laps it up like an absolute queen.

The scent of garlic and oregano hits my noise and I salivate as I step into the kitchen.

“Here you go, buddy,” Liam says as he drops a piece of pizza on a plate in front of Zane. The olive-skinned alpha stares at it for a moment, then tilts his head, acknowledging my presence.

I rest my hand on his shoulder. “Eat, Zane.”

“Kizz?”

I smile and lean over. Kisses seem to be his way of affirming all is right in the world, and I love his logic.

“Eat your pizza.”

“Pissa.”

I grin and ruffle his hair. It’s like Rose’s heat has unlocked his mind, because he’s learning new words every day. Glancing up, I find Liam watching me with a curious look on his face.

“Hey, Liam,” I murmur.

He swings by frequently with some excuse or another, and I haven’t said anything to stop him. Ever since he rescued Luka off the streets and helped bring down the kennel gang, his snide comments don’t seem as irritating. It helps when you realize he’s simply trying to banter with you, but doesn’t always get it right. In fact, he’s pretty easy to be around. Or maybe I was overly sensitive to his presence to begin with.

“Colt.” He salutes me lazily with two fingers and grins.

“You bring the pizza?” At some point, I think he’ll tell me his motive for hanging around, but I know for a fact it doesn’t include hurting my pack, unless it’s to overfeed us all.

He scratches his chin. “Yeah, uh, the joint near my place had a two-for-one special. Didn’t want to waste it.”

I glance at the six boxes piled up on the bench. “Thanks.” I rest my butt on the dining table. “And for the rest of it. I think I was a bit out of it when you dealt with the body count.”

Liam chuckles and waves me off. “Meh, don’t mention it. What’s paperwork from a shoot-out between friends?”

“Ugh!” I groan, covering my eyes. That’s a shitload of reporting to do, and he still managed to come around and get our glass replaced. “How can I make it up to you?”

Liam gets a shifty look on his face.

Luka pads up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “He wants to see where the action happens,” he states, amusement in his tone.

I stroke his hands. The lines between dom and sub have blurred a little since he came home from the hospital, which shows me how much he’s healing.

“The nest?” I ask. “It’s a little occupied right now.”

Liam shakes his head, a red hue flushing up his neck. He holds up his hands. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“Come on,” Luka says and I tag along, curious. This kinda feels like they’re working a case together.

Luka throws open the door to our bedroom and I get a case of flutters in my belly at the idea of Liam, my long-term work rival, stepping into our room.

I rush over to the bed to clear off my towel. “It’s not the cleanest, but sure, if you want to take a look.”

Liam’s gaze falls on the laptop at Luka’s desk, and suddenly the pieces click into place. He’s hot for Luka. Three weeks of Rose’s heat gave me plenty of time to think and it wasn’t that hard to figure out Liam must have been the one to drop those photos on my desk. He was all nerves that day, and he knew to go looking for Luka.

“Right.” I lean one hand on the chest of drawers and wave at the laptop. “Where the action happens.”

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