Page 96 of The Feral Alpha

“At least one of those fuckers is still alive.” Storm jerked his chin at the bodies.

Hades went over to kick them, too.

Olson exchanged a look with Varrick. “You’re not going to stop him?”

“When they beat up my future brother-in-law? Nah.” Varrick shrugged.

Olson flushed self-consciously. “We haven’t discussed—”

Rex turned to him. “What... brother-in-law?”

Olson blushed. “I’ll tell you later.”

Varrick and the Danger Alphas smirked.

Emmy gasped, his eyes round. “I should make you a butt blessing for—”

“No,” Olson said firmly.

“But your reception! Everyone can take home a butt blessing!” Emmy was growing more and more excited by the second. “And they can have some pickup lines, too!”

“No. Please.”

Except Rex gave Olson a bright smile. “Olson make—make butt blessing? With I?”

“‘With me,’ not ‘With I.’” Olson had the sudden vision of him and Rex sitting together with countless squares of paper, dick drawings surrounding them like an infestation. And Olson couldn’t say no to his alpha. He gave a huge sigh. “All right.”

“Yay!” Emmy bounced on his heels. “Butt blessings for everybody!”

Rex beamed, even though he probably didn’t know what he’d just made Olson commit to. He cupped Olson’s face in his large hands and kissed him sweetly on the lips, and Olson couldn’t regret any of it.

He was in danger, if he forgave Rex so easily for everything.

“All right, this is getting a bit too sappy for my taste,” Fury said. “If I’m not needed around here, I’m out.”

“You’re just jealous,” Storm quipped.

Fury gave a two-fingered salute and left.

“So, these ‘butt blessings’,” Storm said slowly to Emmy. “Rex tells me they work.”

Emmy’s eyes grew wide. Olson winced and buried his face in Rex’s chest, because he just knew where this was going.

“You’ll come to the Wine Shack tomorrow,” Emmy declared. “I will enlighten you about butt blessings and tentacles.”

“Great.” Storm held up his fist; Emmy gave him a fist bump. When Olson lifted his head, he found Jag looking resigned.

“There’s no stopping them, is there?” Olson asked.

Jag sighed.

It took the police some time to record their statements. By then, Nate had shown up, and he’d somehow gotten ahold of the kidnappers’ phones.

“Taylor and I will investigate this,” Nate said with a lopsided smile. “Mostly Taylor, really. He’s the one handling the investigations. I just provide backup when he needs it. We used to be partners on field missions.”

“Taylor omega?” Rex asked curiously.

Nate’s chest puffed up. “Yeah. Tay’s my omega. He’s brilliant at what he does.”

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