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I run one hand through my short ginger hair. “Take them both in as rehab cases.”

“Colt, that’s, that’s—”

“Insanity?”

“Shit yes!”

“I know.” I hoist myself up onto the table. “But what they say about an omega turning your world upside down is true.”

Felina grimaces. “But you’re only one person! You’re not even allowed more than one rehab case, and the guys said they’d be euthanized.” She starts pacing.

“My omega heard that fact and went crazy. I know it’s insane, but I saw her scent match with them, Felina, and my heart just skipped a beat, you know?”

She nods and rubs at the alpha bond scars on her neck. “Yeah, I think I do. But surely Luka isn’t taking on supervision?”

I shake my head. “No. Kye is getting started on his certification, and I’ll be his guarantor.”

“Wow! What a mess!” A laugh escapes her. “You’re the man I’d point to when anyone asked who was the stablest, most by-the-book man I know, but this blows everything out of the water.”

I snort. “Tell me about it. I feel it in here.” I stab my finger at my chest. “But how many people exactly ask you that sort of question?” I arch my brows, and she grins and shrugs.

“Well, none, but if someone did ask, that’s how I’d answer.”

I laugh with her, but then sober and lean forward. “Fel, I need to know how you feel about me taking in the feral who tried to kill you. If you feel you can’t work with me over this, I’d understand.”

She rolls her eyes, but then also gets serious. “You seriously are the best-hearted guy I know outside my pack. I mean, yeah, I suppose it’s a hell of a ride, but honestly, who better to trust with a feral alpha than you? You tamed the Butch—”

I wince and she apologizes before charging on.

“—but if those poor boys are going to have any chance at life, it’s with you. Besides, that’s your personal life, and this is work.” She pauses and gets a sly look. “I might not come around to the house for Friday roast for a while, if you catch my drift?”

I scoff since we’ve never had dinner at my house. “Thanks, Fel. I was worried about training a new work brat.”

“Har-har!” She rolls her eyes again. “Gosh, I just realized you’ll have four extra mouths to feed. That’s going to be real tough on an agent’s salary. Good thing Kye’s from a rich family.”

I open my mouth to tell her he’s only forked over the bare minimum and seems content with living in our squalor, but then I snap it shut. That’s pack business for real, and what Kye does with his money is up to him.

Her brow furrows as she notices my hesitation. “We’ll make a donation, Colt. Those alphas are being rehomed, after all.”

“No, that’s not—” I snap my teeth together. This isn’t the time to let pride dictate, not when I’ve spied Luka shuffling bills around onthe days I’ve been home. “Well, I’m not in a position to refuse, really, because I’m gonna have to start some sort of fund for the other ten feral alphas anyway, to keep my omega from crying. But please don’t do anything you aren’t all comfortable with.”

Fel nods. “You know, with what she’s been through, I’d be offering her anything she wants.”

“Exactly how I feel.” I shove upright, moving away from the strong burst of emotion in my chest. “You ready for a case? I’m going to work you to the bone.”

“So business as usual?”

I laugh.

Chapter thirty

Kye

I get off the phone with the first decent prospect I’ve had for a music manager, cocking my head as I hear odd, hollow thumping noises in the house. I toss the phone on the bed and head out to see what the strange sub Luka is doing now.

He kneels in Colt’s office, running a Stanley knife through the carpet with his left hand while ripping up a section of the horror-colored floor covering with his other.

“Need some help?” I ask.

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