Page 64 of Feral Alphas

Colt sips his coffee before going on. “Luka will give you the house tour. If you want to do anything with your bedroom, go ahead at your own expense.”

Colt beckons for me and I slip to my knees beside his chair. “Luka, this man Kye is going to be living with us from now on. Nothing about your day changes. You don’t need to accept orders from him because he’s not your master, but you’re allowed to interact freely.” He says it loudly enough for Kye to hear. “I want you to go introduce yourself, and then give him a tour of the house.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kye’s black eyes follow me as I walk around the table to stand in front of him. “Please could you let me know how you prefer to be addressed?”

“Kye is fine.”

“Hello, Kye. My name is Luka. Welcome to our home. Would you like to see it?”

His gaze darts from me to Colt and back again, like he’s not sure what he’s walked into. “That would be great. Thanks Luka.”

With Rose’s scent covering him, I take him straight to the bedroom beside ours. “This will be the omega’s room.” I swing the door open, and he steps in.

“Good size. Oh, that wicker nest is super cute, but will it hold our weight?” His head jerks back as he realizes he’s admitted to thinking about heats and fucking right off the bat.

“The frame is reinforced steel,” I offer with a smirk. When he glances at me, I add, “Nothing to be shy over, since we’re all thinking about it, and I haven’t even met her yet. I can smell her on you.”

He brushes hair out of his eyes, and I see his first true smile. As different as we are, looks like Rose will be our anchor point, something we can all agree on. “Would you like to come smell me?” Kye has to know that’s like offering a starving man a cheeseburger. I flare hotly inside at the idea of getting that close to an alpha stranger.

“Sir?” I call, but Colt’s leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m here,” he says with an encouraging nod. “Go ahead.”

Feeling secure, I lean right in and run my nose along an inch from his silk shirt, which I now notice has tear streaks on it. I swallow down a growl, just as I always suppress all my alpha tendencies. Rose smells almost as good on him as she did on Colt. Maybe it’s the effect of them both being her scent matches. My cock lifts excitedly.

When I step back, Kye asks, “Is it fine if I go shopping to pick up new cushions and things for the room?”

I grin. “I think it’s safe to say any spoiling of an omega is permitted.”

He laughs in agreement, and we carry on with the house tour. It doesn’t take long to circle back to the dining room, and I’m still chuckling over his comment that the carpet looks like vomit, since I’ve thought the same thing many times as I knelt on it.

“What’s the tape for?” Kye asks.

I nudge the line with my bare toe while Colt answers him. “That’s our new no-walk zone, so the feral alphas don’t strangle you as you move past. One of them had a go at my work partner when we were transferring them and nearly broke her neck.”

Our new packmate grows ashen under his ebony skin. “Frick! I’m having real trouble coming to terms with that part of the arrangement.”

Colt nods. “Aren’t we all? I took the liberty of putting the alpha rehabilitation manual on your bed. We’ll go out to meet them with Rose in two days.”

I dig my hands into my hoodie’s pockets. Before then, I have to figure out how to raise some cash, because if our omega is serious about her strange pets, we need to get the renovations done, fast—and then feed them.

My gaze slides to Colt. I have one idea, but I’m pretty sure there’s no way he’d allow it. If he knew.

Chapter twenty-five

Rose

I’m wriggling with excitement and ready for my outing to see the feral alphas two hours before the set time. Leslie signs me out of the Center, then she and Max follow me to the front doors where Colt and Kye wait.

Seeing them standing side-by-side makes my heart flutter and I jiggle my feet in a happy dance before running to them. I saw Kye two days ago, but it feels like much longer, and the Omega Center is empty and gray without my men. Some of the other omegas reassured me at lunchtime yesterday that what I’m feeling is normal for a match. Normal or not, it stings, and I can’t wait to go home with my alphas.

Colt steps forward and hugs me first and I chuckle as his short red beard tickles my cheek. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course.” He kisses me soundly, then releases me reluctantly to Kye.

“Hi,mi amor.”

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