Page 100 of Your Wild Omega

“Kill or not kill?”

White Mine frowns and brushes hair off his face. “Well . . . they decide if the person goes to prison or not.”

I draw up straight, studying the alpha. The blanket slips off his shoulders, so I tug it back into position. “Call-ee decides on prison or no prison?”

White Mine smiles with just one side of his mouth. “Yeah, close enough. You can learn more about it later.”

So I can’t kill the non-alpha who put his hands on White Mine’s throat, but Call-ee sent him to prison. I frown, thinking it through. If that’s the case, then maybe the alpha I threw out isn’t so weak. Maybe that’s why White Mine asked him for help today.

“Non-alpha go to prison?” I confirm.

White Mine nods. “Yes. Hudson will go to prison for nine years. He’ll probably get out in seven, but that’s good enough for me. Also, so you know, someone who isn’t an alpha or an omega is called a beta.”

I drop my head down into his lap, frustration mounting. This new territory of mine is too hard to navigate.

“Don’t stress,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “You don’t need to learn everything at once. You’re doing so well already, Zack. Red and I are super proud of you.”

When I’m this close to his bare chest, his sweet scent fills me, soothing the irritation in my veins. I’ll leave the problem of Call-ee for another day. I have one more question that needs answering, but it seems to present many problems. Does the law also say I can’t bite my alpha? Regardless, I’m desperate to know what he’s feeling. I can’t live through another day where he collapses, or shouts in fury, without me knowing why.

I press my lips to his stomach and his soft skin twitches under my touch. “White Mine,” I murmur.

“Yes, alpha?”

I press my thumbs into his waist, the spot I hold when I fuck him. It calls to me. “White Mine?”

“I’m listening, Zack.”

I draw back and look up, meeting his eyes. The white parts glint in the darkness. I lightly pinch a little of the skin over his hip. “Ask. Bite.”

“You can—” He flinches. “What?”

I straighten and press my hand to his chest. “Bite. Feel here. Same as Mine.”

His hands fly to his mouth. “Bugger me, Zack.” His voice trembles. “I know what you’re asking, but I think it’s too much.” He reaches out and rests his warm hand along my cheek. “That’s a heavy burden for you to carry when you’re still learning.”

Is he saying no? It sounds like it. I straighten my shoulders and press closer. “Zack is strong,” I say, letting a hint of challenge stream out with the words. Didn’t he agree to let me be the alpha? He didn’t challenge me, even though I gave him a chance. “Ask. Be pack. Always. Zack knows.”

A strange, strangled sound slips through his throat, and I brush my fingers along the soft skin under his chin to be sure he’s not hurt. No dark marks stain the skin, even though he said a beta choked him. With a little pressure, I lay him down on the bench so I can run my hands all over his creamy body.

Yes, the hollow above his hip bone is where I want it. I stroke my lips over the skin. He carries my scent as well as Ohm’s here, as he should.

I peel back my lips, touching my teeth to the skin. “Ask for bite. Help.”

He throws one arm up over his face with a heavy moan. “And this is why you’re the pack alpha. Do you realize you’ll have both Red and me in here?” He splays his fingers across my breast, pushing me back a bit. “It’ll hurt and be confusing. Painful.”

“Yes.” I crane my head to kiss his fingertips. Pain I’m used to. I can handle pain, but I can’t handle not knowing. “Both Mine. Ri-ckon is mine.”

A sob slides through his parted lips and his hand flops down onto the bench. “Yes. Bite—”

I dive my teeth into his skin, as deep as I can get, reaching instinctively to trap his wrists as he flails in shock. His scream rips through the apartment as my teeth punch down. The familiar coppery taste of blood fills my mouth and I clamp my jaw as he writhes. Footsteps thunder upstairs, but I ignore them.

Where is it? Where’s the flow in my chest? Should I bite his neck instead?

It starts as a faint tingle and I relax, sucking without letting go. Ri-ckon’s hips buck upward into my chest and his cock bulges and spurts against my chin. His screams fill my ears, but I don’t let go. I remember every second of biting my ohm, so I know this is how it must be.

A few moments of pain will seal us together for the rest of our lives.

As if I’ve slipped into his skin, I feel the inner alpha presence of White Mine. It howls silently, struggling against my intrusion. For a moment it feels like I’ve entered the arena, two shadowy forms facing off against each other. But this is not one I want to destroy. I fold myself around the edges, tucking White Mine into the center.

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