Page 12 of Your Wild Omega

I chuckle. “Well, let’s see if we can get this particular gift inside.” I thrust my body forward, falling more than jumping.

Rickon catches me, and Zack scrambles to leap out of the truck, his feet thumping on the concrete. His arms come around me as he roars. I spin in his grip, pressing myself into his chest as the surrounding alphas all tense up.

“Shh, precious,” I say, tugging his head down so he looks at me. Rickon covers me with a jacket and then stays close at myback with one hand on my shoulder. When Zack looks at it and his lips peel back, I chide him again. “Nuh-uh. You’re going to have to get used to him.”

To distract Zack, I step sideways, tugging him with me. I want to walk him all the way into our apartment, but my aching legs give way. The wildling alpha catches me and hauls me up onto his chest, where I dangle weakly, all out of fucks to give.

“Come on,” Rickon says, pressing his hand against my back, gently shoving Zack along the path. Step by slow step, we make our way to the elevator.

As we turn, Lionel comes into view, waiting at a safe distance near the truck cab. I lift my hand in a wave, and mouththank you.I wonder if he realizes he saved a man’s life, even if the truck driver didn’t know what we were doing at the prison.

Lionel dips his head in acknowledgment, a wry smile plucking at his mouth.

A big concrete pillar blocks him from view and Rickon murmurs, “Almost there.”

I glance over at the closed metal box and wonder if we’re going to make it through. A feral alpha loaded into an elevator? Sounds like the start of a horror story.

Callisto waits with two men near the doorway. “Hey, Red,” he murmurs.

Zack snarls again, and I stroke the back of his neck. “Shh. He’s a friend.”

Callisto tenses but then waves at the two agents in uniform beside him. “This is Agent Josef and Agent Pierce. They’ll be staying with us until I get my rehab license.”

I flop my head across Zack’s shoulder so I can see them better. Both alphas, and both powerfully built males. Josef’s a hand span taller, clean shaven, and serious, while Pierce smiles warmly under his blond mustache despite this dicey situation.

“Thanks for being here,” I murmur. “I’d offer you my hand to shake, but it’s currently attached to a psycho alpha.”

Pierce grins, confirming at least one of them has a sense of humor. “Yeah, that might be a problem,” he says. “How about we just focus on getting you both upstairs and out of the cold?”

Now that he mentions it, the basement garage is chilly, probably because I’m only wearing an open jacket and nothing else. Thank God Rickon thought to bring it, because Zack tore my clothing off along the way.

I glance down. Zack’s walking on concrete with bare feet, stumbling a little, as he carries me. His eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep, and a faint tremor runs through his hands. We both need a good rest somewhere safe. I hope he can feel at ease in Callisto’s apartment.

A banging noise rings out behind us, and someone yells angrily, “Hey, why’s the garage locked up?” A man beyond the far end of the lot slams his hands impatiently against the closed mesh at the entrance.

Everyone jolts, but Zack most of all. He snarls and whirls around, his grip loosening enough for me to slide down his body. Our contact breaks. Oh, shit.

“Zack!” I shout as his desire to destroy the threat pushes up through my throat, so powerful it makes my head spin. I grab for my bristling alpha, but the zero-patience idiot outside bangs on the gate again, clearly not seeing the blue OCB agents swarming the underground area.

Zack vanishes, moving so fast my tired eyes can’t track him. For a split second, I stand on my own feet, then fall as my knees give way. Rickon gasps and catches me under the arms, balancing me awkwardly until Pierce leaps forward to help.

Across the garage, Zack throws himself at the metal grille, snarling like an angry tiger or an underworld demon. The metal dents. OCB agents swarm toward him, shouting in alarm.

“Shit. He’s gonna kill someone,” Rickon grates out, a quiver running through his arms. I can’t disagree because a dark, murderous urge lodges in my chest.

“Get me in the elevator,” I gasp, pressing my hand to my breast. There’s only one thing now that might get my mate’s attention.

With Rickon and the big OCB agent supporting my arms, I stumble into the mirrored box. Leaning on the handrail, I shoo both men away. “Get out, or he’ll hurt you.”

Rickon’s grip tightens on me, refusing to let go, and I don’t bother arguing with him. I protected him once already; I can do it again. He holds his finger on the button to keep the doors open.

“Zack!” I scream, the sound shredding my parched throat. “Zack, come!” Fear floods me as I think of what might happen if my alpha harms someone. If those agents reach him, something bad will happen, I know it. I might not be able to save Zack a second time.

My wild alpha spins and a tremor jolts his body. As fast as he went, he runs toward me, dodging OCB agents left and right. My heart hammers in my chest. Zack snarls as he skids to a halt in the doorway and scans the tiny box we stand in, but his hesitation only lasts a moment. He dives inside, reaching for me. Rickon hits the button to close the doors, locking us in with my murderous alpha.

The elevator quivers, and Zack roars and lunges for Rickon.

Dredging up the last of my strength, I throw myself between them, arms wide. “Stop! He’s mine!” I yell, my voice cracking.

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