Page 2 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

My jaw drops open. “Guys!”

Another plus of Cayson and Ezra fawning over me like this is that Kurt hasn’t had a chance to so much as get within an inch of me. Cayson zeroed in on me the second I walked into the ballroom, bringing me over to the table while Ezra started bringing plates of food. By the time Kurt came in, I was already firmly situated in Cayson’s lap, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, a little bit of everything from breakfast laid out in front of me.

Kurt is positively fuming, his arms crossed as he stares daggers across the table at us. I try to ignore him, but his attention still makes me uncomfortable, and there’s that familiar acrid taste on my tongue in his presence. It’s weird though. Cayson and Ezra are better at chasing away my fears of Kurt than anyone or anything I’ve ever experienced. With them, I sometimes even forget he’s around. Kurt is like the big, bad monster from my nightmares, whom Cayson and Ezra are able to make prance around in a pink pair of panties.

“Another bite,” Cayson says, making little airplane noises as he brings the spoon to my mouth.

My face feels like it’s on fire.This is too much!

“You don’t have to feed me like I’m a baby,” I mutter, trying to take the spoon from him, but he puts a finger up, holding it out of my reach.

“You’remyomega,” he says loudly, so anyone passing by will hear him. “I’m not going to let you lift a single one of your pretty fingers.”

He holds the spoon up to my mouth again. This time it has a bite of raspberry pastry, which happens to be my favorite, so I swallow my pride and lean forward, taking the bite from thespoon. When I open my eyes, Ezra’s gaze is focused on me, a funny look crossing over his face.

“Yes,” Ezra says, gesturing to the plates and plates of food spread out across the table, “an alpha should treat their omega like a queen.”

“Or a Jelly Bean,” Cayson says, flicking the tip of my nose.

I hear a stifled laugh and I glance to the table next to ours, where Addilyn is trying her best not to cackle at my situation. Deep down, I know she must be at least a little bit jealous. She's been trying to get her hands on alphas since we got here, and here I am, pretending to bask in the attention of two of them. But it’s definitely not jealousy she’s feeling right now.

“ThecutestJelly Bean,” Ezra adds, his tone deadpan but a tiny sparkle behind his eyes showing how much fun he’s having playing along with this charade.

“I’m going to come up with nicknames for you,” I threaten.

Ezra lifts a brow. “What kind of nicknames?”

“I want to be called…python,” Cayson says dramatically.

“Python?” I ask, confused.

He presses himself harder against my ass and lifts a brow. “Yeah, your python, baby.”

“Why is everything about your… about your…?” I’m too embarrassed to finish my sentence.

Cayson leans in closer. “Say it.”

I shake my head.

To my surprise, he lightly bites my bottom lip. “I’m going to get you to say it eventually.”

Ezra clears his throat. “Maybe she should be in my lap.”

“Like hell,” Cayson mutters.

I look at Ezra. “I’m going to find a nickname for you too.”

“Yeah?” He actually looks happy about that.

“Good morning, everyone,” a commanding voice says.

I freeze, immediately dropping my head in deference to Brock, the ultima who’s standing at our table. Near me, I feel Cayson and Ezra doing the same. Keeping my head lowered, I don’t look up at the dark-haired man. It’s partially because he’s an ultima, and partially because I’m still upset about how little he did about Serra’s death. About Kurt killing an omega, at The Selection, in cold blood. He at least seemed to consider my side, but that consideration didn’t go very far.

“Good morning,” Kurt says, sarcasm laced through his tone.

“How is everything going today? Are you enjoying exploring your mating bond?” the ultima asks, and I can feel his gaze practically pinning me in place.

I swallow, waiting for one of the guys to speak up, but all eyes are on me. I realize that I’m the deciding factor here, so they want to hear what I have to say about our bond. My eyes trail across the table, landing on Kurt, and a shudder runs up my back.

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