Page 11 of Your Wild Omega

One agent presses his lips together while the other answers. “We’ll try, ma’am, but if he gets violent, we need to move you out of harm’s way.”

“Then let me try to move him first,” I shoot back, my gut—and bond connection—telling me things won’t go well if I get forcefully pulled from this wild alpha’s arms. Zack’s already on high alert with two alphas closer than anyone’s been in days.

“Come, wild boy,” I croon, pushing up off the floor.

His arms trap me in an awkward half-risen position, but I tap on his back gently and he slowly rises. I keep my arms linked around his neck and take a step back. Instantly he follows, snarling at the other two men as he holds my waist. Fuck, he’s wild. This feral alpha reminds me of the Red who takes over during my heats, all unrestrained animal energy. It’s shockingly beautiful.

I lift my aching hands to his cheeks, turning his face back to me. “Don’t look at them, Zack. Look at me.”

He drops his eyes to my lips, the truck’s shadows darkening his blue irises, the color a much brighter hue than the first day we met. I take another step back, tugging on his neck. His gaze darts up, tracking the threats in the narrow space.

Quickly, I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, silently begging him to behave. Maybe this desire of mine will translate through the bond to him as much as his silent aggression streams into me.

Zack’s breath huffs through his nose as he leans into my kiss, and I step away again, my jelly legs trembling with effort. The rumbling alpha follows me step by step as I back up to the truck’s entrance. The real challenge is navigating the four-foot drop to the ground. I break the kiss long enough to look down.

The agents sealed the garage, all the entrances locked with mesh grilles. The truck’s backed up as close to the elevator as a vehicle can get, and half a dozen more OCB agents line the pathway. Makes me feel like we’re in the final hundred yards of a VIP marathon. My body sure feels like I’ve run one.

Rickon waits quietly, eyes on me, his calm demeanor willing me onward until we reach the edge. I sink down, tugging on Zack. He remains stiff, alternating between glaring at the agents inside and the ones out in the parking lot.

“Please hop out,” I whisper to the wary men. “He doesn’t want to expose his back to you.” How do I know? Because I feel the same way about small rooms. Plus, his boiling unease has a zip line straight to my heart now.

The agents exchange a concerned glance, then slide past us, and jump out. Zack tracks them, quivering with tension.

“It’s okay, alpha,” I murmur. “Time for us to get down too.” I slide my legs over the edge.

“You okay?” Rickon asks quietly as I hesitate.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Just not sure my legs will hold me if I drop.”

My beautiful alpha walks forward fearlessly, offering his hand. “I’ll catch you,” he says.

“We advise against getting so close, Mr Jones,” one agent warns grimly.

My chest thrums with warmth as Rickon ignores them, and Zack leans forward over my shoulder, for once not growling. Maybe the love in my heart translates through the bond too.

Rickon steps right up between my knees. Just in case, I wrap my arm around Zack’s neck in a kind of headlock, and then reach out to ruffle my alpha’s platinum hair. “Look, Zack. He’s mine.”

Zack stiffens. “Mine?”

I pat my chest. “Mine, and mine,” I say, moving my hand to cup Rickon’s face. A sob catches in my throat. This is the closest I’ve been to my first alpha since my heat, and I missed him.

“Hey, Biscuit. You’re gonna be okay,” Rickon croons. His buttery scent washes over me. “I’m here for you.”

Zack growls and sinks down on his haunches to wind an arm around my ribs.

“Nuh-uh. None of that.” I press my hand over his mouth but fumble a little, bumping his teeth. “He’s mine too.”

Confusion and interest spill through the bond in equal measure as Zack studies my slender alpha. I slowly tilt forward, and Rickon rises on his toes to meet me for an ultra-sweet kiss. He’s brave, I’ll give him that, because his head’s only a foot or two away from the crazed alpha clinging to my back.

Zack inhales deeply, sampling Rickon’s scent, and the chaotic emotion in our bond settles somewhat.

I stroke Rickon’s jaw, his vanilla scent also putting me at ease. “It’s a bit late to ask, but are you sure you want me back?”

Rickon softens. “Always, every time, forever. Where else am I gonna be but with you?”

Damn, he has a way with words. I tip my head toward my shoulder, smiling. “I have a little baggage, but this is the last big surprise, I promise.”

He grins. “I dunno, I’m kinda liking these surprises. Feels like Christmas every day with you.”

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