Page 15 of Your Wild Omega

White Mine moves slowly, and I track him as he leaves the room and comes back with a piece of cloth. He keeps his hands where I can see them as he approaches and sits down on the lump, close enough to touch my knees. Gently he strokes Mine with his cloth.

“You need to take care of your omega after you have sex. Otherwise, she gets sticky and uncomfortable.”

I track his pale hands as they work up her golden skin to the place where I went inside her. I growl softly, but he ignores me, continuing to work. “Red likes a lot of sex, but always remember she needs us to take care of her.”

The jumble of sounds means something, and I want to know what. Maybe if I know how to make sounds like that, Mine will never leave me.

“Mine,” I confirm.

He nods and passes me the cloth. “Okay. You do it.”

When I sit motionless, he touches the back of my hand, forcing the wet cloth down onto her leg. I snarl a warning, and he slows but doesn’t snatch his hand away.

“You have to learn to take care of Mine. She needs you too.”

His scent fills my nostrils. It smells like something I ate right before I met Mine, a spongy block as pale as he is that had a white coating, like his hair, and a sweet taste that tingled in my mouth. Would he also taste like that? The scent distracts me.

When I look down, he’s moving my hand along Mine’s body. Cleaning. Like theothersdid when I came back from a challenge, but more gently. I watch, fascinated, as the cloth leaves a damp streak across her limp body. Taking care of her.

For the first time in a long time, I relax, slumping over my female. The light in the room fades into darkness.

I jolt alert, a desperate whine running through my head as I realize I fell asleep. What if someone attacked Mine while I slept?

My shoulders slam against a padded surface as my eyes snap open. Mine lies beside me, her back nestled along my leg, warm and breathing. Beside her lies the White Mine, illuminated by a golden light beside the big lump.Bed,he called this thing under us.

He murmurs something, and the desperate pounding in my heart eases at his soothing tone. A foreign scent hits me, and I turn to find one of the other alphas leaning on a wall outside the cell. Unmoving but watching us.

My lips peel back in a snarl.

“You’re okay,” White Mine says, touching my hand. “It’s safe.”

My growl simmers, but I don’t leap up. I’ll stay alert to make sure I protect my female. Right now, though, it’s hard to think with the irritation running down my arm where it’s trapped inside the hard casing. I lift the edge to my teeth and gnaw on it, spitting out the bits that crumble off.

White Mine babbles more noises, then reaches behind him, and grabs a long, thin rod. He holds it out and I sniff, but there’s none of the bitter scent from the biting sticks the non-alphas used back in the old territory.

“Like this,” White Mine says, inserting the thin stick inside the rigid case which rubs ferociously against my arm.

The rod’s tip scratches all the way down inside the spots I can never reach, and I wriggle my arm to chase the pleasant sensation until my skin tingles all over. My mouth goes slack and something wet trickles down my jaw, but I don’t care. It feels wonderful after being unbearably itchy for so long.

“Better?”

I peer over at the alpha who knows how to hold and use things in his hands. He’s clever; of course my mate chose well. My gaze drops to rest on her sleeping form. Her gently rising curves, the colorful hair, and her softly parted lips; everything about her fascinates my senses. I want to spend every moment staring at this wonder who appeared in my life.

White Mine puts the rod away and then runs his hands through her hair, which glows the color of blood under the orange light behind him. “Beautiful, isn’t she? I’m not surprised you refused to let her go.” He traces along her side, then looks up at me. “She’s youromega.” That last sound comes out in a different tone, like it’s important.

A thrill runs through my chest. I stare at his mouth, wanting to hear it again, and as if he understands, he repeats, “Omega.”

“Ohm,” I whisper.

His lips curve back in a snarl that reveals all his teeth, and I immediately stiffen and snarl back.

“Shit, okay, no smiling.” He holds his hands out in a gesture I think means he doesn’t want to fight. His scent fills the air again. Normally I’d take that as a challenge, but with him I can’t stop thinking about the palm-sized piece of spongy food I ate.

He freezes as I lean across Mine’s body. “Mine?” I murmur, questing for the source of the sweet scent. The closer I get, the stronger the aroma. Before I realize it, my nose touches his skin. My tongue darts out, collecting traces of salty sweat. I dig my nose deeper against his neck, searching for the source. How is he Mine as well as the female? Pain throbs between my ears and down my neck.

Mine stirs beneath me, her soft murmurs making my muscles lock up. Her eyelids flutter, and then her mouth opens to reveal her teeth in a silent snarl. But the fizz in my chest tells me she’s happy. So happy it startles the breath from my throat.

Gingerly, I press my fingertip to her teeth. That’s not a snarl. It’s something else.

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