Page 10 of Your Wild Omega

“That will help.” Leroy clicks his tongue several times. “What a day. I need more coffee for this.”

We share an amused look. Then Leroy gets his phone and walks out through the front doors.

As I head back down the corridor, I check the distance by road from here to Laversham and also shoot off an update to Hale. I’ll need to work all night to review case files my two assistantlawyers put together for the trafficking saga. And now I need to add rehabilitation courses and urgent home renovations to my schedule.

A door slams somewhere in the police station behind me, and I flinch.

“You’re making a mistake,” the butt-hurt officer calls after me. “He’s not some pet you can play with. The man’s a killer, through and through. And don’t delude yourself into thinking he’ll share an omega. Someone’s going to get hurt, and my bet’s on the delicate little alpha in there.”

“Thanks for the advice.” I wave at him, letting the fingers around the middle one fall a little, as if by accident. Yeah, I’m not at my most professional today, but he really shouldn’t have referred to Red’s vagina. Or Rickon’s alphaness, for that matter.

Despite my flippant reply, the warning strikes a chord deep within. Red’s a sassy one, but she’s still vulnerable. And while Rickon’s an alpha, he has a slighter body frame than most, and that always makes a difference in a struggle. I protected him through high school, but what about going toe-to-toe with an underworld fighter?

I walk back to the cells and study Rickon as he leans on the bars, talking to Red. Her soft replies come through broken pants as Zack thrusts into her, and a question strikes me. How did Red find him? Out of the dozens of prisons in the country, she flew to Darinian and planned a way to impersonate the OCB and break this one alpha out of prison. And Zack, a man lacking the faculties to say more than a single word, initiated a bond right away.

Is this the power of scent matching? For that matter, the odds of Red bumping into me on the street outside the courthouse have to be one in a million. I press one hand to my chest, my heartbeat thumping under my ribs. I dismissed the reality of asoul bond because science can’t prove it, and yet some kind of evidence is sitting before my eyes right now.

Everything in my gut tells me it’s a terrible idea to bring a dangerous alpha into my home, let alone leave him with Red and Rickon. But seeing how happy she is means more than all the warning bells going off in my head. Something about their union feels . . . right. I don’t know what it is, but a voice deep inside me says to trust this wild omega’s judgment.

The naked alpha sucks on her shoulder and Red cries out, writhing into him. His head turns ever so slightly until he can watch me from the corner of his eye. Wary.

Clearly, Zack has accepted Red as his own, but the same won’t automatically apply to the other alphas in her life. Myself included. Plus, we still don’t know if we can separate him from Red at all. How’s she going to be an actress if a feral alpha won’t let go of her?

He might be a part of our lives now, but he’s clearly going to bring disaster.

Chapter four

Red

It’s been two days since I met Zack, and he still shows no sign of releasing me. I slept on his chest, showered in his arms, used the toilet with him clinging to me, and ate while hanging over his shoulder.

Callisto worked pure magic to get us released, transferring Zack’s wardship to a joint custody with the OCB, and paying bails for me and Lionel. After that, they backed the Wired Logistics truck right up to the front door and ushered me and my new mate into the back.

Since then, we’ve been driving for who knows how long and Zack still insists on burying his cock, and if possible, his knot inside me. I’ve no idea if he’s slept, because every time I wake, he’s looking at me and panting “Mine,” with half-shuttered eyes.

That one word melts my heart a little more each time. As does the knowledge that both Rickon and Callisto came for me when I was in trouble.

I’m so exhausted I couldn’t walk even if my life depended on it. Frankly, I can’t even feel my legs because my pussy’s so swollen. Everything’s gone numb, and I desperately want a bed with a real mattress. And carbs. Hell, I could kill for grilled tomato sandwiches or Rickon’s cheese and spinach pasta bake right now.

Zack’s relatively compliant so long as he gets to carry me, which is good news. While showering in the station’s staff bathroom and then loading into the back of Lionel’s truck, I used little tugs on his shoulders to get him to walk while the others kept their distance. So long as no other alphas approach, he keeps his growling to a faint, simmering warning.

After endless hours of traveling clutched in Zack’s lap, the small windows in the truck finally show Laversham’s familiar skyline. “We’re almost home,” I whisper into my alpha’s neck.

He purrs and licks my bond mark. “Mine,” he rasps again, voice cracking. He’s as exhausted as I am.

I doze as shadows flicker over us while we navigate the city. The truck jerks to a stop, then bounces as people get out of the cab and I twitch alert as someone knocks on the metal.

Rickon calls out, “We’re coming in now, Red.”

My heartbeat races. We’ll have to navigate the parking lot, the foyer, and two elevators to reach the apartment. “Be good, all right?” I beg, stroking Zack’s neck with what little strength I have left. “They won’t hurt us; they just want to help us get inside.”

The back door swings open cautiously, and I wave weakly as Rickon peeks in. “We’re in the parking garage, Biscuit,” he says with a smile. “The OCB are here to help move him inside.”

“Okay,” I whisper, saving my strength.

Two agents in their dark blue uniforms hop up into the back. Zack tightens his grip on me and growls warningly, the hard cast on his arm digging into my hip.

“Let him carry me in,” I say, massaging my fingers into his bunching shoulder muscles.

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