Page 8 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

I duck down, hiding behind Addilyn, taking a deep breath and trying to calm myself down. It’s an instinct. One I can’t fight. Omegas are always the prey, never the predator. And in this little game of Kurt and I’s, I definitely know the role I play.

“He’s gone,” Addilyn whispers. “Behind the stage.”

I thank her under my breath, but when I sit up again and turn to keep talking to Janna, I realize she’s moved across the room and is studiously ignoring my glances. My hands curl into fists, and I wait for her to come back, even knowing that she won’t.No one ever wants to get involved. Getting involved is the right thing to do, but it’s also scary and dangerous. And no one likes scary and dangerous, least of all omegas.

A cool wave of anger rushes through me.This is exactly what happened with my pack. Nobody wants to do anything except whisper and gossip. Everyone wants to talk about honor, but when it actually comes to stepping up and doing the right thing, nobody is prepared to confront it.

I turn in my seat, breathing carefully to try and keep my cool.

“I’m sorry,” Addilyn says, giving me a gentle look.

“Do you think there’s anything I could say to her to get her to speak to the council?”

She winces and shakes her head. “No. But if it helps, I also don’t think they’d care that much about an omega seeing Kurt and Serra together. They’d just dismiss her too.”

Damn it. She’s probably right.

At once, the lights go down and rhythmic music starts to pump through the speakers. Several stage lights flash on, pointing up at the catwalk. The atmosphere around me instantly changes, filled with excitement. I try to push my conflicting emotions down and just enjoy the moment.

Soon, I’ll be back, alone at my cabin.The thought is less comforting than I thought it would be.

The first alpha comes walking out on the runway, and nervousness flutters in my chest again.I dressed my guys in a silly way. These guys don’t look silly at all.As time passes, I only become more nervous. Every alpha is dressed in their finest suits. Black, brown, and gray. All looking refined.

Oh my gosh, what did I do?

My mind starts spiraling.The council will hear about this. Will they get mad? Will they focus more on me? I bet the alphas and omegas will start gossiping even more.

This was a mistake.

Near the end of the show, most of the alphas have found their spots at the tables near their omegas, and I just have a pit in my stomach, counting down the seconds until my guys appear.They should be up soon.As soon as the thought enters my mind, a single, sparkling purple leg sticks out from between the curtains, and a peel of laughter rips through the crowd. One omega whistles as Cayson reveals himself piece by piece, which is followed by more laughter.

The omegas around me get louder and louder, screaming like Cayson is some kind of rock god, as he, instead of simply walking out and walking back, dances his way to the end of the stage like a male stripper, meeting my eyes and winking as he does so. Near the end of the runway, he does a sexy little crawl, lowering down onto his belly. When he gets to me, he rubs his lips against mine as the women scream and shout his name.

“Hey there, baby cakes,” he whispers, “my little Jelly Bean. Maybe you can tip me later if you like the dance?”

I feel flushed, embarrassed, but also something else. As I look between his sexy face, covered in makeup, and all the women that wish he was theirs, I don’t know what to say or do. I’ve never had people envy me before.

Boy is he good at making this all seem real.

He lightly kisses me again and grins as he gets to his feet, dancing in the center of the stage as Ezra comes out looking amazing in his blue suit, his face schooled perfectly into that of a model. He walks right past Cayson, making it to the end of the stage with perfect posture, until Cayson dances over to him, whipping his sparkling purple tie out and wrapping it around Ezra’s torso, dancing up and down him to the cheers and whistles of the crowd.

This finally makes Ezra crack a smile, and he circles Cayson, reaching down to touch the hands of the omegas reaching up to them. When he gets to me, he lowers down and places a kiss on my lips, and I feel my entire body erupt into flames as everyone stares at me enviously.

Yes, these are my two alphas. At least as far as everyone is concerned.I’ve never felt luckier.

“Hello, our pretty little Jelly Bean,” Ezra says, loud enough for people to hear. “This is just a preview of what you’ll be experiencing later.”

That makes me blush, and the crowd continues to chant and laugh as Cayson peels off his purple suit jacket, tossing it out to the omegas, who swallow it up like he’s a pop singer. The music picks up in volume. Ezra pulls out some moves I never would have thought he had in him, like his hand sliding down his chest as he dances, and I realize that I’m not just amused by what they’re doing. I’m a little turned on.

How can the guys be making me laugh and make me feel like this at the same time?

Another figure steps from behind the curtains and the laughter and cheering dies down until it’s silent. Cayson and Ezra look back without saying a word, and my gaze follows theirs.

Kurt.

He’s wearing the world’s most boring suit, one that’s not even fashionable. It’s the kind of suit you might picture on an elderly accountant. I didn’t pick it, but I would have. It’s a suit he completely deserves. Somehow, it draws attention to the fact that he’s both smaller and less muscular than Cayson and Ezra. The guy looks practically tiny up on the catwalk with them.

Beside me, Addilyn brings her hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh, even as some of the omegas in the back of the room clap awkwardly for him. Cayson and Ezra do their final bows, turning and leaving Kurt alone on the stage. The atmosphere fully shifts, and it’s like every person in the room suddenly feels as awkward as Kurt looks.

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