Page 59 of Feral Alphas

“No, Sir!” I pant. “But I’m ready.”

“Then fucking hold it.”

I groan, hand clamping around my dick to try and control the hot, needy flushes within.

“Did I say stop wanking?”

I moan again. “No.”

“Then don’t stop!”

My legs quiver uncontrollably as I thump my fist up and down, and he dives his hands into his own pants. A whine slips through my trembling lips, and I stare at the ceiling, trying every trick in the book to keep that cannonball inside.

My hips start bucking into my hand and I cry out.

“Hold it!” He laces his command with alpha tone and my entire body spasms. I lean back on one hand with a groan and spread my knees wider, pulsing head to toe with powerful, all-consuming need.

“Come for me, Luka.”

The words are barely past his lips before I’m shooting ropes of white cum halfway up the table, growling as the fierce orgasm crashes over me. It’s stronger than I’ve ever managed on my own and I pant as powerful aftershocks empty more cum onto the table. My arm gives out and I flop onto my back, lying there gasping forbreath. Colt groans softly as he catches up to me, my creamed full frontal sending him over the edge.

Yeah, I’m home alright.

Chapter twenty-three

Kye

I’m taut as a bow string as I wind down my window at the Omega Center in Darinian City. As usual, from the outside the place looks like a prison with the tight security. I never gave it much thought before, but I’m suddenly super pleased they go to such lengths to protect the omegas.

To protectmyomega.

Dear God, please let her choose me! I’ll put up with any bunch of sweaty, messy alphas for the rest of my life but let her be a true match. I’m not much of a religious man, but my mind has constantly turned to prayer during the two-day drive out. I’m a fool for packing up and driving when it could be a false positive, but I’m hoping if I’m dedicated enough, the universe will make it happen.

Just the thought that there’s an omega in that nest-shaped blue building with my scent clinging to her soul makes me feel like levitating out of my seat. If I’m even luckier, she’ll be someone who enjoys music and doesn’t care about my last name.

A stern-faced beta guard looks me over from the booth. “Name and purpose?”

“Kye Romdine. Here for an appointment with Director House.” I slide my driver’s license onto his tray.

He nods. “I see your appointment here. We’ll be taking a quick look in your car, and then you can go through.”

“Sure, but be gentle with the instrument. It’s extremely valuable.”

I watch in the rear-view mirror as the security guards rummage through my packed boxes and I tense up when they pop the Princess’s case. I suppose it could be big enough to smuggle a small person in, if they were desperate. The size of that case is the reason I drive a station wagon, much to the amusement of my friends.

I breathe a sigh of relief when they wave me through with instructions about where to park. I can’t resist double checking the case has been locked properly before I walk into the visitor’s center and get a pass on a blue string. Sweat runs down my neck as a tall, friendly-looking nurse calls me up.

“Thank you for coming in, Mr Romdine. My name is Leslie and I’m Rose’s caretaker.”

Rose. My omega has a name.

She passes me a clipboard with a pen stuck through the latch. “I need you to sign a non-disclosure form, and then I’m going to take you to Rose to see if you’re a true match.”

I barely look at the form before scribbling my name on the bottom. “Director House seemed very mysterious on the phone. Is there something wrong?” I pass the clipboard back to her.

Leslie opens a door and waves for me to proceed. “Rose comes from an abused background, Mr Romdine. Her case is extremely unique. She isn’t physically harmed and she will appear to function as a normal person, but please keep in mind she’s never experienced a normal life. Our hope for her is to find a supportive pack who can guide her recovery to normalcy, whatever that looks like for her. The other details I’ll tell you after a scent match has been confirmed.”

“Okay.” The word ‘abused’ rolls around and around in my head. What monster would do anything other than cherish an omega?

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