Page 45 of Feral Alphas

He offers me a hand and I rock to my feet unsteadily, legs itching with pins and needles. “Did you drink all your water today?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well done. Is that hair tie still around your wrist?”

I love that he checks if I’m still interested after waiting so long. “Yes, Sir.” Truth is, my cock’s always ready for action.

He asks for it and my belly tingles with excitement as he gathers up my hair. “Go to the bathroom and run the bath.”

I blink in surprise because the tub’s tiny and we hardly ever use it, but I do as he says, trying not to wonder how much all that water costs. Well, if I don’t pull the plug after, I can bucket it out onto the lawn and pause the lawn reticulation for the week. That idea calms me a lot as I fill the bath.

He comes in through the door carrying a plate and a glass which he sets on the sink. “Get in, you’re half frozen.”

The warm water stings a little, but that’s because I’m shivering. Seems I’ve turned real soft in the past decade.

I glance at the empty holster on his hip as he rolls up his sleeves. That emptiness feels all too real. My eyes widen as I catch sight of purple bruising up and down his forearms. Colt gets a washcloth out of the shelf and perches on the edge of the tub to wash me down. I lean forward to give him access to the back of my neck, something I never would have done in my club years, not even to the women we screwed around with.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly.

He clears his throat. “That asshole Liam took credit for my haze tracking.”

I jerk, splashing water. “But that made this whole bust happen, yeah?”

Colt’s reflection on the water nods grimly. “And thanks to my work, he got promoted to supervisory special agent.”

I grip the bathtub rim. “No way!”

His head tips back as he examines the ceiling. “I was so mad, I socked him.”

“Good.” I growl softly. Liam deserves more than a punch for walking all over my man.

He groans. “Not good. I’m on suspension.”

“Paid, or unpaid?” I hold my breath and he sighs heavily.

“Unpaid.”

My throat squeezes, choking me. I count silently again. When I’m in control, I reach over and grab his arm. “And what about these bruises?”

He drops his head onto my damp shoulder and tells me everything he saw today, and how those feral alphas fought him every step of the way as they moved them into the transport truck. “I’ve never seen men that wild, Luka.”

“Not even me?”

His hair tickles my shoulder as he shakes his head. “No. You never lost your soul like that.”

He’s utterly insane to say that to a mass murderer, but that’s precisely why I’d kiss the ground he walks on.

He isn’t done. “I’m not sure there’s a spark of humanity left in them. One tried to kill Felina.”

I hiss between my teeth. “She alright?”

“Yeah. She didn’t want to go to hospital, but I sicced her alpha onto her.”

We share a chuckle. Felina comes from a real good pack, but her alpha’s super strict. Colt says he’s the kind of man who leaks alpha pheromones, no matter what he does to hold it in.

“My omega’s heat scent was in one of those cells, Luka. They used her to bait their aggression before the fight!”

I wonder if Colt realizes he’s calling Rose his. I’ve never met anyone as practical and level-headed as this man—not counting his ridiculous acceptance of me. No matter how good a lay an omega is, I can’t see him losing his head enough to punch a work colleague in the jaw unless she really is his soul mate.

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