Page 39 of Feral: Part Two
The door opens suddenly, Preston stepping inside with determination written across his face.
"I want my Omega."
"Baby, we have no idea what's going to happen if you two come together and..." Thane starts, but Preston is already moving toward me, ignoring everything that Nathan told us. Rationally, I should push Preston away so that we don’t end up clawing each other’s faces off accidentally, but emotionally? I need Preston, too.
God, I just want to hold him.
I sit up a little straighter, excitement flooding through at the two pups in his arms as he stomps into my little den. Without hesitation, he drops them into Kael’s lap alongside my babies, creating a small pile of sleeping fox pups before settling next to me, our heads resting on Kael’s thigh.
He wraps his arms around my waist as I mirror his movements, smiling at the fact that I finally get to hug him theway I’ve wanted to for a while. No bellies in between us, nothing other than justus.
Our mates fall kind of silent, probably waiting to see if Preston's feral protectiveness will resurface now that we're in close contact. But I feel nothing but warmth and safety radiating from him through our bond. I don’t even care how close he is to my pups or that Kael is holding them. All I care about is my beautiful Omega now pressed against me.
"Hi," I say softly, not sure what else to offer after everything we've been through.
"Hi, I missed you. How are you feeling?" Preston throws back at me, his voice carrying genuine concern and affection.
"I'm tired as fuck," I admit, because there's no point in pretending otherwise. "How are you moving already? My legs feel like jello." Even being in our shifted form, we didn’t heal as fast as I thought we would.
“I gave birth hours ago, silly. Besides, I needed to see you.” Preston hums as he drags a hand down my arm, pulling a hiss from me. Thane starts toward us as Preston twists around to face him. “No. You’re not taking me away from him. And he’s not going to attack me. He’s hurt. I could feel how scared he was.” He twists back to look at me. “Thane said you were outside. Why did you go outside?”
I shrug, burying my face into his chest. “I just woke up out there. I don’t know. I… I didn’t want to be out there.”
Kael’s hand starts moving through my hair again, settling any panic trying to overwhelm me. Preston hums morphs into a purr as he holds me tighter against him. “I’m glad you’re back home right where you belong, and now I’m going to hold you while they take care of our babies. We held them long enough. It’s their turn.”
I snort at that, my hands sliding up his back until my fingers curl over his shoulders, bringing me impossibly closer to him. “Yeah, I’m good with that.So good.”
Malik
It's been two days of shenanigans, and somehow we've all managed to avoid the disaster everyone predicted. Slate and Preston have moved back to their main den, sharing the space with their fox pups in a way that should have triggered territorial disputes but hasn't.
Everyone was on edge at first, wondering if Slate and Preston were going to fight over the babies or the space or just general feral Omega dominance issues. But it didn't happen. Instead, they've settled into this weird domestic harmony that's both heartwarming and slightly surreal. Half the time I find them curled around each other’s pups, or one of them will be shifted, while the other holds them. It’s a strange chaos, but we’re all secretly loving it.
Currently, Slate is feeding Preston small bites of a sandwich while they're wrapped around each other like they've been doing this for years instead of days. The sight of them taking care of each other so naturally makes me deliriously happy. I never thought we’d experience this kind of peace again. Sure, in theory, I thought we’d have a little house and dote on Preston, but weirdly, this is almost better.
The rest of us are crammed into the den too—me, Kael, and Thane each holding a pup while Kael manages two. The fox babies are lighter than I would have thought and they’re completely trusting, settling into our arms like they know instinctively that we're pack.
"Is it bad that I don't hate this?" I ask, looking around at our crowded but content little family. "Like, I know we're part of a fucking experiment, but does it get better than this?"
Kael shifts one of the pups to a more comfortable position in his arms. "One day we will step outside of Wolfscorge, but for right now, my focus is on keeping us safe.Allof us."
Slate looks up at that and smiles, offering one of those rare, genuine expressions that transforms his whole face. He curls closer to Preston, who automatically adjusts to accommodate him without interrupting his own feeding schedule.
"This is only the beginning of the shit show, but I'm not angry that we're together and safe," Thane adds. He settles on the other side of Preston beside me, our thighs touching. We’ve grown… closer over the past week as well, more often than not, Thane’s cock buried in my ass or mouth. Kael is usually on the other side, squishing me between my Alphas, but they haven’t yet tried to fuck me at the same time. I’m excited about the prospect, but I’m also a little terrified.
Betas arenotmade for knots and to have four stuck up my ass? I…
Thane nudges me and grins, picking up on what I’m thinking. I clear my throat and gesture to Slate, a deviant grin playing on my lips. "We're not safe until that fucking fence is fixed," I point out. "We don't need any other foxes getting lost in the woods."
Slate holds up a middle finger at the reference to his wilderness adventure, which sends all of us into laughter. Even in his exhausted state, he's still got that spiky attitude that makes it impossible to ignore him.
"Do we have names yet?" I ask when the laughter dies down. "I know Preston had some suggestions, but we thought we had a few more months until we were going to be holding little bundles." The name games we played through had fallen to the back burner as things became a little more chaotic in Wolfscorge. With the arrival of Slate, we all kind of just… forgot. Now, we’re out of time.
Preston's face lights up as he props himself up on his elbow. "Oliver and Emilie."
I remember him falling all over those names, mentioning that they were the perfect ones and that he didn’t need to look any further. Of course, we made him at least read a few more pages here and there, but it was always some version of those names. Olivia, Emilio, etc.
We all turn to Slate expectantly, waiting to hear what he's chosen for his boys. But instead of names, he looks slightly panicked by the attention.
