Page 84 of Feral Alphas

I chuckle, thinking the same about him.

Colt lifts his finger. “Here we are.”

I squeal and strain against my seat belt to happy dance on the leather as we pull into a double driveway made of crosshatched brick pavers. A stutter runs through my heartbeat as I look at the normalcy of it, something I’ve only ever seen in movies. The low-slung house spreads over the width of the block behind a rectangle of green lawn and a white mailbox leaning toward the footpath.

Tears prick my eyes as Colt comes around the car to open my door.

“You okay?” he asks as he catches me wiping a rogue droplet.

“I’m happy, Colt. I never thought I’d get a life like this, with a home and a family.”

He tugs me against his chest in a tight hug. “You’re ours now, Rose,” he says fiercely. “This is nothing compared to what you deserve, but it’s the best we can do right now. Be patient with us, and we’ll do everything we can to make you happy.”

I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m already happy!”

Colt rumbles in a pleased way, then grabs my bag out of the back seat and tugs on my hand. “Come on, let’s not keep Luka waiting.”

I skip along behind him to the front porch, wondering if they’ll let me plant daisies beside the walkway. Every house needs flowers, right? “Welcome home, Rose,” Colt says as he unlocks the frontdoor. A wild look glints in his eye as he scoops me up and carries me over the threshold. “Call me old fashioned,” he says as I laugh and cling to his neck.

He pops me on my feet, and I catch sight of a blond man kneeling at the end of the foyer, his shoulder-length blond hair falling forward either side of his bowed head. My breath catches as I realize he’s completely naked, but it’s more than that. He’s a living artwork, his slender arms covered in geometric tattoos and black wings wrapping around his throat, just as the photo showed. He stays so still he could be a statue.

A statue kneeling among a trail of pink rose petals leading deeper into the house. Roses, for me.

I cross the small room and drop to my knees in front of him, and simply sit, marveling over my new pack member. Our knees touch and he doesn’t speak but after a moment his head tips forward to rest against my chest and it’s like electricity hits my heart.

Tears pour down my cheeks as Colt sets my bag on the floor and squats to touch my shoulder. “Rose, this is Luka, your third pack member. Luka, say hello to Rose. I think those are her happy tears.”

Luka lifts his head, revealing a square-cut face with a nose that has a knot in the bridge like it’s been broken once, or more, and pale blue eyes that seem to see straight into my soul. I don’t think most people would call him handsome in the traditional way, but something about his strong, lean body reminds me of Scar. Dangerous but hiding it, and entirely mine.

“Hello, Rose.” He lifts his hand to cup my cheek, thumb stroking away my tears. “Are you wasting tears on me?”

I pitch forward, collapsing into him and Luka circles his arms around me. “You’re so beautiful,” I sob against his collarbone, stroking the black lines forming the feathers on his neck.

“Hey, that’s my line!” he jokes, and I laugh through my tears.

I wipe my runny nose on my sleeve and pull back, trailing my fingers through the petals around our knees. “Why can’t I smell you? Is something wrong with me?”

“Never, darling.” He strokes my hair. “I’ve suppressed my scent for years, so it’s me, not you.”

“Oh, okay.” Maybe it’s a submissive thing. Even without his scent, he smells like summer melons from his body wash or shampoo, and I relax into him. “I like you,” I declare and Luka pulses with a laugh.

“I like you too. Wanna see your new home?”

“Yes!”

He helps me to my feet, and I glance down at all of him, including the erection that seems to be reaching for me via a rather large cock. And holy smokes, is that, like a piercing through the head?

“I always greet Colt at the door this way when he comes home. Would you prefer if I put clothes on?”

“Not really. I want to keep stealing looks at your body.” Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud? I slap my hands over my mouth, cheeks burning like they’re about to combust.

Luka laughs and ruffles my hair. “Love the honesty. Look all you like, and touch if you want.”

It takes a whole bunch of willpower I didn’t know I had to keep my hands at my sides. Even if the memory’s a little hazy, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Colt being knot-deep in me during my heat.

Colt leans in to kiss Luka’s cheek before picking up my bag. “Lead the way, Luka.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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