Page 60 of Feral Alphas

We step into a room fitted out like a living room, with some couches around a table, a TV on the wall, and a kitchenette with a coffee machine on the side.

“Please sit down and I’ll bring Rose to you.” Leslie waves at the couches. “You must remain seated and not appear threatening in any way. Do not attempt to initiate physical contact, use alpha command, or pressure her in any way to become your omega. If she comes to you, follow her prompting in what way seems natural.”

As Leslie heads out the door she taps a sign on the wall that warns the room is monitored with CCTV cameras. “Please also understand a guard will accompany her into the room.”

I take the larger sofa, hoping that gives Rose room to sit next to me, and rub my damp hands on the cushion. The last time I felt this nervous was taking my master degree’s final exam.

When the door opens, I clench the cushion beside my legs with a death grip as a beautiful blonde woman walks in with Leslie. Her scent washes over me and my heart takes flight and every muscle in my body vibrates with an intensity I’ve never felt before.

There’s not a doubt in the world this woman is my soulmate. But will she feel the same way? I think I might die if she says no.

“Hi, Rose. My name’s Kye,” I say, longing to win her over some way. If only my voice or my eyes could tell her everything my soul feels. My alpha scent rises without warning to fill the room.

Rose lifts one hand to her pert lips and her eyes widen. To my horror, they fill with tears and suddenly I can’t breathe. And then she’s running, but not away from me. Leslie’s warning rings in my ears as I scoot forward and open my arms to my omega.

She buries her nose in my neck and the blanket of her full scent wraps around me. I see stars. My cock lights on fire and my body pulses, and a composition writes itself over my brain.

No haze in the world could ever compare to this overwhelmingly sweet scent.

Rose wraps her arms around my neck and sobs, and a deep, possessive growl rips through me at the thought of anything causing her tears. I bite off the sound and glance over her trembling shoulder at Leslie, instantly terrified she’ll tell me to leave.

She doesn’t look worried and instead flashes me a thumbs up. It hits me straight in the chest that this trembling woman in my arms is mine, and I’m the best person in this room to know how to comfort her. So I do what comes most natural in the world; I pull her tight against me, cradled along my body like she’s a living cello, and I start humming her song that the universe just gave me.

“I n-nearly didn’t turn the p-page,” she stutters. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t going to!” She’s half drowning in her tears, so I pull a handkerchief out of my pocket and help her blow her nose. “What if I didn’t turn the page?” Her gorgeous pink lips quiver.

I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I tuck her under my chin and rock her gently. “But you did, so it’s okay. You did the right thing.”

Her fingers swarm up into my hair. “I thought one was enough, so I nearly didn’t keep going.”

“Shh. I’m here now,” I murmur and then keep humming.

Leslie approaches slowly and my grip around Rose tightens instinctively. The nurse opens both hands in a submissive gesture. “Rose is talking about her scent matches. Her primary match was at the beginning of the sample book, and yours was near the end.”

I nod in understanding. Rose got excited over finding a scent match and wasn’t going to keep looking. Alarm shoots through my veins at the possibility.

The carer flashes me a warm smile, as if she can read my mind. “Don’t worry, Mr Romdine, it’s our policy to make sure they go through the whole book before they accept a pack.”

Relief washes over me and I nestle my cheeks against my omega’s silky hair. “Do you hear that,mi amor? There was no chance of you missing my scent. We’re meant to be together.”

She nods, marking herself on my shoulder and I shift back into the couch, holding her against me. We’re there so long, I think she falls asleep and everything I know about omegas says that means she feels safe. Thank God!

Leslie and the guard take seats and do tasks on their phones like this is an everyday occurrence for them as Rose’s sleeping breaths stir across my ear. I wish Mom was still alive so I could tell her the good news. Truth is I’ve got no one to tell, except my sister, and she’ll be doing college orientations this week.

Rose shifts and I study the curves of her face, the pointy chin and rounded cheekbones still dewed with tears. Now it’s just me, this omega, and the other pack members she’s chosen.

I carefully lever out my phone and record my hums to make sure I can immortalize this moment forever. The little velvet box I brought with me falls onto the cushion, and I set it on the arm rest where I can see it.

When Rose finally stirs, her blond lashes flutter several times before she opens her eyes. She smiles at me and my heart’s all-in on her.

“I like the song,” she murmurs.

I kiss her forehead. “It’s our song.” Careful not to bump her, I drag over the small case and offer it to her. “This is for you.”

She cocks her head. “Why?”

“It’s a gift.”

Her green eyes light up and she snaps the case open, revealing the black spiral with tiny, embedded diamonds. “Is this for me?” she gasps.

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