Page 80 of The Feral Alpha

Olson had been on the verge of giving Rex hands-on cooking lessons before he’d sunken into his fatigue. Did other pregnant omegas also lose so much time? He didn’t think so, but at least he was feeling better now. “Thanks for being there for Rex.”

“Thank you,” Rex said.

Dad smiled warmly. “You’ve always been part of our family.”

Rex grinned shyly, and Olson wrapped his arms tight around his alpha. Dad and Papa both hugged Rex, too.

“You’re better with meeting new people now, huh?” Olson murmured, rubbing Rex’s back. Rex was more comfortable with the idea of having parents, and belonging to a family. That was amazing news.

Rex nodded. “Good people.”

“They are.” Olson leaned in, and Rex nuzzled his forehead.

Papa unpacked his bag of casseroles, exchanging them for the empty dishes in the fridge. When he was done, he stood next to Dad, facing Rex and Olson.

“Varrick said there’s been some suspicious people around?” Papa asked, eyes narrowed.

“Really?” Olson glanced at the chair that Rex had placed behind the front door. “I... I think I remember Rex being worried about something.”

“I tell,” Rex said haltingly. “Tell Varrick and Jag.”

“Yeah, Varrick told us that Rex spotted some strangers lurking, but he wasn’t sure what they’re after.”

“There’s more than one?” Olson’s insides chilled.

“We don’t know for sure,” Dad said. “But it’s better to be prepared for the worst.”

Considering George’s, and now Rex’s, luck, yeah.

Rex growled. “Protect Olson.”

“Now that you’ve gotten some energy back, it’ll be best if you get started on some self-defense refresher lessons,” Papa said.

“I text Jag,” Rex said. “Jag visit tomorrow.”

Olson’s eyes widened. He hadn’t noticed it before, but Rex’s vocabulary had grown, too. “Have you been watching videos while I was sleeping?”

Rex nodded.

“I taught him how to use Youtube,” Papa said with a grin. “We stayed for a while during our visit. Rex started watching that new TV show, the one with all the drama. He began snarling at the screen and I had to convince him to watch something else.”

“Hurt omega,” Rex growled.

“Yeah, we don’t need you stressing out over fictional characters,” Dad said dryly. “Unless you have Olson around to make sure you don’t smash your phone.”

“I... not smash,” Rex grumbled, looking so adorably offended. “Phone is... is gift. Olson gift.”

Olson hugged him tighter. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve been watching?”

Rex lit up. “Olson want see?”

“Yes!”

“Looks like our work here is done,” Dad said to Papa. They smiled at each other, then at Olson at Rex. “By the way, sweetie... Congrats.”

Olson blushed, rubbing his hand over his belly. Rex rubbed Olson’s belly, too.

“We really are happy for you, you know,” Papa rumbled. Both of Olson’s parents glanced at Rex, and Olson didn’t have to mention the months he’d walked around in a daze after he’d lost George.

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