Page 68 of The Feral Alpha

“How are you going to get better?” Jag clarified.

Rex nodded.

“By practicing with us. No one learns to fight in a day, son. Everyone starts from somewhere. Even these guys.”

“What do you mean, we started from somewhere?” Storm grinned. “I was born ready to fight.”

“No parent wants a baby that’ll give them a roundhouse kick straight out of the womb,” Hades said dryly. “You’re lucky you weren’t abandoned at birth.”

“I wouldn’t abandon a baby that can do a roundhouse kick,” Storm said.

“Is that how you’re going to court your omega?” Hades asked, almost mockingly. “I’m sure he’ll fall over trying to be yours.”

Storm flushed pink, and the other alphas smirked. “He’s gonna be mine soon,” Storm muttered. “I haven’t told him I’m here.”

“Yeah?” Jag asked. “You’re just going to show up in his office?”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Storm grumbled. “It’ll be a nice surprise.”

From the looks the other alphas were giving Storm, there was some joke that they were all in on, that Rex wasn’t.

“Bad?” Rex asked hesitantly.

“Considering he’s been secretly obsessing over his omega—” Hades began.

“Stalking him,” Fury said.

“I’ve just been keeping up with his Facebook profile,” Storm muttered, his cheeks pink.

“And showing up at his apartment,” Jag added. “You just haven’t broken in yet because he went home at the wrong time.”

“I just wanted a shirt,” Storm grumbled.

“Don’t lie. You just wanted his underwear so you can jerk off to it.” Fury smirked.

Storm rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah. That too.”

“That reminds me. I have to get back to searching for an omega,” Hades rumbled, dusting himself off. “Good chat, guys.”

“Wait. Give Rex your number,” Jag said. “So he can contact you if necessary.”

“Just add him to the group chat,” Hades said.

Jag’s eyebrows shot up. They exchanged a look, and Jag nodded. “Sure.”

“What... ‘group chat’?” Rex began slowly.

Storm opened his mouth, except Jag cut in.

“It’s a way of talking to many people,” Jag explained. “A group is when there’s a lot of something that belong together, such as people. A chat is when two people talk to each other. So a group chat is where people in a group talk to each other, usually on a phone or computer. Give me your phone, and I’ll show you.”

Rex pulled out his phone, poking at the screen. “Rex,” he said to it. “Rex phone.”

The phone screen unlocked to reveal a photo that Olson had taken of the two of them. In it, Olson was smiling, their faces pressed together.

That picture always made Rex’s heart swell. He couldn’t help rumbling, pleased.

Jag’s eyebrows quirked. “Olson made it voice-activated, huh?”

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