Page 63 of The Feral Alpha

Rex remembered what Olson said about his captors still roaming the world out there, and his instincts prickled with worry and anger. “Keep safe,” he growled, fumbling with his words. “Keep Olson safe. Need more. More strong.”

“You want to be stronger?” Olson murmured.

Stronger. That was the word.

“Stronger,” Rex said. “Keep Olson safe.”

Olson’s smile grew warm and soft. “I’ll have Jag teach you. Maybe his friends might want to help, too. You’ll play nice with them, all right? Don’t hurt them.”

Only if they proved that they wouldn’t hurt Olson.

Rex didn’t have the words to tell Olson that, though.

He brought his own wrist up between them, offering it to Olson’s lips.

Olson sucked in a quick breath. He grasped Rex’s hand, and Rex’s heart skipped.

Olson was going to bite him.

Except Olson lowered Rex’s hand, his gaze shadowed. “Not yet,” Olson murmured. “I need to make sure I won’t end up hurting you.”

“No hurt.” Rex pressed Olson’s hand over his own heart, wanting to tell his omega how much he trusted Olson to keep his heart safe. But the thoughts got lost between his mind and his tongue.

Olson shook his head, looking away. “No, I need to know that for myself.”

Rex scowled. He needed to make Olson understand that Rex wanted him, that he was Rex’s everything. But how?

He took Olson’s phone, prodding at it to make the screen light up.

Olson watched him curiously. “What do you want?”

“Play,” Rex said haltingly. “Watch.”

At least, he hoped those were the right words.

“You want to watch a video?”

Rex nodded.

“Any one in particular?”

Rex shrugged.

Olson hummed, pulling up a video of some animals in a forest. Rex had seen those on his way to Meadowfall.

“This,” Olson decided. “Want to watch a wolf pack documentary?”

Surely there were some words in there that would help. Rex nodded and took the phone from Olson, listening carefully.

He had to start learning, fast. He wanted to tell Olson the important things before his captors found him.

18

THE DANGER ALPHA BROTHERHOOD

OR, HOW EMMY TEACHES REX BAD WORDS

“Rex! Rex!” Emmy hissed, hurrying up to him at the bar. “I gotta dash off, but you need this.”

---