Page 14 of Your Wild Omega

I look up and meet Zack’s bloodshot blue eyes, circled with dark shadows and sagging with fatigue. His lips turn up in a smile as he gazes down at me, changing his entire expression. Damn, he’s so handsome. Wild, but handsome. Most of all, he trusts me. Just like Serena said about horses learning to trust and wanting to please.

Well, that settles it. “I’ll train him to a leash.”

Chapter five

Zack

The female in my arms goes limp, her eyes sliding shut as her arm droops across mine. I clutch her tighter to my chest as I scan for danger. Fouralphaswait in this unfamiliar territory, watching me. Am I supposed to fight them? Make them leave this space? That would be nice.

I don’t know what’s required of me, except for the one burning need: protect Mine.

Something thumps furiously inside my body, the pounding familiar but much stronger since the moment I turned around and saw Mine inside that shiny box. I nearly lost her. Nearly made a mistake by facing the noisy challenger instead of staying close.

The males in here don’t seem like they plan to fight me, but they could be faking to get my guard down. I shift so I can look at the one with white on his head. He also has red streaks above his eyes, like shed blood. I wouldn’t have picked him for a fighter, but looks can be deceiving. My female also called this one Mine.But how can this stranger be Mine too? The space behind my eyes aches.

The white-headed stranger lifts his hand, and I snatch Mine away so he can’t take her, but he touches my shoulder instead. My lips peel back by instinct, but he’s not really a threat. Once I sniffed him, I realized Mine smells like him.

I lift my nose once more, trying to make sense of things. This strange, spongy territory smells like Mine, and this White Mine, and the tall alpha at the far end of the room. That means they live here, and the other two are strangers. I square up and snarl at them, but they don’t step in to answer the challenge.

“Zack,” White Mine calls softly, his grip flexing lightly against my skin. “We need to take her to bed. Up there.” He points toward a strange bit of wood and metal that rises from the floor to the roof. White Mine slides past me and steps up on the dark brown boards. “Come on.”

Seems like he wants me to follow him. I take a step but then hesitate, swinging back to look at the three men in the room.

White Mine makes a noise, and they move away, confirming they’re afraid of him because they obeyed without him even snarling. It gives me confidence, because I’m certain Mine would only choose strong males to be around her. The death alpha back in my original territory didn’t snarl either, but he could snap a neck easier than breathing.

I survey the White Mine with interest as he climbs the wood platforms, exposing his back. He’s not afraid of me. A sudden desire to creep up on him and find out exactly how dangerous he is shivers through me, but as I step up onto the first platform, Mine’s legs catch on part of the wood, reminding me it’s not just myself I have to look after. Another time, perhaps.

Painful tremors grip my legs and abdomen, like I’ve returned from a difficult fight, and my arms ache. I clutch the unconscious female tighter so I don’t drop her.

I follow Mine’s scent as much as the white alpha, tracking through a darker corridor before turning into a pale-colored cell without bars. Daylight streams through a covered panel in the far wall, revealing the blue sky of the Outside Place. A delighted noise slips through my throat.

White Mine pats a soft, wide lump in the middle of the room. “Bed.”

I stand transfixed, confused by this strange space. It’s small, thanks to all the different-colored lumps in the room, but it smells like the female in my arms and feels very different from all the cages I’ve lived in.

Is this a space I can enter?

White Mine waves, using the same motion he gave when he wanted me to follow him up the wooden steps. Then, he drops down onto the lump. I growl, but instead of devouring him, it only bends a little. It reminds me of that soft surface Mine lay on when we first joined our bodies together.

The alpha pats the lump again.

I walk forward slowly. This is where he wants Mine, because it smells most like her. But do I dare release her? If I lie down myself, I’ll be too vulnerable.

White Mine shifts, sitting with his back to the wall. More sounds pour from his mouth, and then, to my astonishment, he slides right off the lump to sit on the floor in a submissive position.

Is he really so fearless he doesn’t care if he’s ended? His gaze slides down to the female, and the thump-thump in my chest silences for a moment. This strange alpha doesn’t care about being vulnerable because all he focuses on is Mine. To the point of risking me ending him.

A rumble crawls through my throat, and I slowly ease down onto the lump, keeping Mine across my lap and setting my back to the wall. It’s not a bad position because from here I can see thedoor and the panel to Outside, and I can even free my hands to strangle anyone who approaches. The padded block behind my back cushions me from the hard wall.

“Bed,” White Mine says again, running his hand along the wide lump.

Sounds have complex meaning. Another thing that differs between me and other beings. “Mine,” I reply, rolling the sound on my tongue.

He bares his teeth slightly and nods. “Yes. Your omega, and mine.”

Oh. So he’s also claimed Mine? I’d kill him on the spot, except that Mine hugged him and pressed her body to him. She even smells like him. Something tells me I shouldn’t do anything that might upset her. Plus, now I’ve stopped moving, my body doesn’t seem to want to obey me.

I snort softly. Killing can wait.

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