Page 33 of Your Wild Omega

He babbles something to the female, and she backs up, dragging the four-legged creature with her. It’s getting away.

I growl.

“I’ll give you cake,” White Mine says, fingers stroking the skin of my neck around the band. It should be a vicious challenge to touch me in such a vulnerable place, and yet his fingers are gentle and nonthreatening. My skin heats and a shiver of pleasure runs through me.

What should I do?

The beast disappears from sight as Mine jumps in front of me, flushed red and gasping. She grabs at the thing hanging from my neck. “Sit, Zack.”

My lips peel back with a faint snarl. Do they know how difficult that command is for me right now? I’ll sit for her anywhere she likes at the den, but out here I’m vulnerable. Threats of every kind surround us, from the four-legged beast I’ve lost sight of to the giant noisy boxes that roar along the nearby path. Not forgetting the two alphas in blue closing around us.

How do I keep Ohm safe if I’m on the ground?

The confusion swirls painfully behind my eyes, and I throw my head back against the solid wall with a loud crack. Once, twice.

They both gasp and shove their hands behind my head. I stop myself just in time from crushing Mine’s fingers with a third slam.

“No, don’t hurt yourself, Zack.” My ohm holds my gaze and repeats her order to sit.

I whine. She asks too much.

“You can do it,” White Mine says, stroking my jaw. His creamy scent lodges on my skin. “It’s safe. Sit.”

Safe. I crane my head to look at him. This moment reminds me of the first time he said those words, after I woke up in the den—when I learned that showing teeth doesn’t always mean a challenge.

Did the small beast smile instead of baring its fangs?

Red pulls out a tiny bag, the scent matching the alpha beside me. I lick my lips, imagining the taste on my tongue. But being surrounded front and back by this sweet flavor makes me wonder for the first time why I like it so much.

Do I like the treat because it smells like White Mine, or do I like White Mine because he smells like the treat?

With one fast move, I thrust my fist up, knocking White Mine’s hand on my face aside and spin. He lets out an oof of air as I slam him into the wall and reach for his throat. As I thought, I can overpower him, and yet, his pale eyes don’t show fear. They blow wide, something else on his mind. Something that excites me.

I lean in and dab my tongue to his neck. He tastes different to cake, but makes me hungry all the same. Saliva pools in my mouth.

An uneasy, prickling emotion rushes through my chest, and I instinctively know it’s my female’s fear. She tugs on the strap around my neck again. “Sit, Zack.”

White Mine said it’s safe, and if it will help my ohm stop feeling afraid, I can do it. I slide down White Mine’s body, touching all the ridges in his slender frame. Some other kind of power exists in this world I don’t know about, because neither he nor Mine smells of strength, and yet I want to do as they say.

I huff in another whiff of their combined scents. Did my injury change me? Or the clearer air I breathe in the Beyond? Or is it because I started using tools in my hands like the other alphas at the previous place? My instincts are changing. It’s both terrifying and wonderful.

Slowly I sink down.

The moment my ass hits the hard ground, Mine offers me a piece of cake, happiness swelling through her to pressure my chest. I stare up at White Mine as the spongy piece melts on mytongue. I can’t fathom why I’d sit on the ground at the feet of an alpha who hasn’t defeated me, and yet it’s not a bad thing.

It makes me fizz with an unfamiliar alertness.

“Well done. Thank you, Zack,” he says, smiling without showing teeth.

I grip the back of his knee and tug hard. White Mine yelps and falls, strangely clumsy for such a dangerous alpha. I catch him one-handed, and he laughs and digs his fingers into my hair. Mine laughs too and hunches down to feed me another piece of cake.

The woman from inside darts out to yell at her about a dress.

“Take a photo,” White Mine orders. “Zack’s first excursion.” He points up at some colored symbols across the top of the wall, and the woman’s eyes light up. While she pulls out a hand device and makes little clicking noises, I crane around to look for the four-legged challenger, but it’s gone.

Ohm presses her lips to mine, distracting me. New warmth floods my body, and I forget all about the dangers as we cuddle together on the ground.

“Ready to go home, precious?” Mine asks after a few long kisses.Home. That’s the word she uses for our den.

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