Page 158 of Feral Alphas

He lifts my hand to his mouth and flips it over to expose my wrist. His soft kiss makes my breath catch and I swallow down a hungry whimper.

Kye reaches across the seats and rests his hands between Luka’s legs. “Yeah, this puppy is all ours for the next week.”

Luka groans softly as he widens his legs, and his fingers tighten on my sensitive skin.

My first heat was cut short by medicine. My second heat was a superheat that almost killed me, not to mention being interrupted by a home invasion. I’ve had two more regular ones since, but this one’s going to be special.

I turn heavy-lidded eyes toward Colt, and I know he’s thinking the same thing. Our year of probation as a pack is over and theOmega Center has withdrawn all conditions. I’m no longer the abused omega who needs help adjusting.

I’m Rose, the woman with a powerful haze and an equally powerful pack to protect her.

I lean against Luka’s shoulder as we skim through the city which started out as a championship match site for an illegal fight ring, and now means home in every sense of the word.

Kye gets a call on his phone and pulls it out. “It’s my sister,” he murmurs. “Hi, Rachel.”

In the quiet car we can hear every word as she greets him. “I watched your live stream, Kye. That was spectacular! Looks like all those music lessons weren’t a waste after all.”

“Are you high, Rachel?”

Both Luka and I snort at Kye’s suspicious tone. Kye raises his brows and naughtily massages harder into Luka’s crotch, making the sexy alpha thrust a fist into his own mouth to keep quiet.

My scent flares and Zane tugs me into his side, licking at my neck and making shivers run up and down my spine. It’s hard to believe how far he’s come in twelve months, but no amount of time changes the fact he loves me.

Kye winks at us. “I’m joking. Thanks sis. Are you still coming down for the holidays?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to meet everyone.” Her voice turns hesitant. “Hey, Kye, um, I thought you should know something.”

Kye’s hand stills at her tone. “What is it?”

“Dad had a heart attack three days ago. We just got done watching your concert broadcast in the hospital, and he’s asking for you.”

Kye stiffens. “How bad is it?”

She sighs. “He’ll live, but he’s had a pacemaker put in. Do you want to talk to him now? I don’t expect you to give him a chance after all he put you through, but I thought you should at least know.”

Kye breathes in deep, and Colt rests a reassuring hand on his shoulders. I catch his eye and nod, showing my support.

“Put him on video.” Kye chews on his lip as he moves to cradle the phone with both hands. The screen flickers, and then a man with Kye’s nose surrounded by beeping monitors settles onscreen. His dark skin contrasts with the white sheets, but he still manages to look pale and shaky.

“Hi, Kye,” he rasps out.

A tremor runs through my alpha’s body. “Hello, Dad.”

“We watched all your concert. It was beautiful.”

Kye hesitates, as if he’s not sure what to say. It’s a backhanded compliment from the man who ran his own son out of his life, but the one thing Kye can talk about is music. “Thanks. It was an honor to play the last piece from my favorite composer.”

“I saw what your pack alpha said on the red carpet. He’s right, and I’m sorry I ignored your talent.”

Kye glances at Colt, who jerks with a silent scoff on the opposite seat. “Yeah. I have a real good family now.”

I watch as tears swell in his dad’s eyes. “I’m really sorry, son. I thought I was going to die without ever being able to tell you that.” He chokes and Rachel blocks some of the frame as she helps him drink water through a straw. When he’s settled, he clears his throat. “I know it might be too little, too late, but when I get out of here I’m going to buy back your apartment. I already got my accountantto reinstate your trust fund and send you a new card. I hope you’ll accept it.”

My heart stings for Kye as he holds the phone with trembling hands, his clenched jaw working hard. “It’s not about the money, Dad.”

“Yeah, I know, but money’s the only way I know how to talk.” He coughs and clutches at his chest. “You made the right choice. I hope one day you might let me meet your pack because I owe them an apology too.”

Kye’s dark eyes flick up and he takes us all in. The fact it took a near-death experience to come to his senses confuses the issue. We don’t pressure our beloved musician, just tell him with our soft touches and loving gazes we’re here for him whatever he chooses.

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