Page 7 of Your Wild Omega

Rickon leans into the bars. “Want to introduce us to our new family member?”

A soft, heartbreaking gurgle slips through her lips. “You’re really going to accept him?”

Ricky smiles. “Yes, baby. I told you I’m all in, no matter what.”

I’m glad Rickon answers because I’m not sure I could reply with the same conviction, not when I know the guy’s come from Alpha Lodgings and the officer behind us claims he’s dangerous. Not only did the omega take over my house, make a mess of both the nest and the library, but now she’s bringing a criminal alphainto our group. I smile wryly. What the fuck happened to my nice, orderly life?

Red scrubs at her unshed tears. “Guys, meet Zack. He’s been a fighting alpha in an underground kennel all his life, and he’s my scent match.” She shudders and squeezes her eyes closed, hands digging into the alpha’s bare back. Her voice cracks as she says, “But he was going to be euthanized yesterday.”

Rickon’s grip slips, jerking him forward. I steady him with one hand while I whip around to glare at the Alpha Lodgings officer. He turns, refusing to meet my eye.

“He’s completely feral,” Red adds. “But he loves me.” She strokes his skin, and he releases the bite long enough to lick her shoulder, drawing a heated moan from her that has every alpha in the room stiffening.

I want to know what it feels like to lick her bare skin. Does she taste as good as she smells? Involuntarily I lean into the bars and swallow hard. “We can bail you out, but they’re making a fuss about releasing him.”

Red hugs her arms around Zack’s neck tight enough to strangle him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He rolls his hips lazily, reminding me they’re joined in more than one place, and whispers something against her cheek.

Can he talk?

“I’m not letting him go.” Her voice breaks and fresh tears spill down her cheeks. “They’ll kill him, Callisto. I can’t lose him.”

I gather myself for a moment before turning back to the agents. “What do we know about Zack?”

The Alpha Lodgings’ hardass scoffs. “His name’s Zazu, and the psychologists have deemed him beyond rehabilitation. The only reason he hasn’t torn this woman to pieces yet is because she’s got a pussy.”

A crimson film washes over my vision. When I blink to clear it, I’ve got his collar in my fist and his feet are almost off the floor.“Talk about her pussy again, I dare you,” I growl, shivering with the desire to mangle him.

“Easy.” Leroy steps in and rests his hand over my bunched fist. “Let’s take it down a notch.”

I release my grip with a hiss and step back. Last thing I need is assault charges, but the rage just came out of nowhere. “Sorry,” I say, halfheartedly. “But the lady in there deserves your respect.”

Leroy arches his brows at McKenna, and the agent reluctantly apologizes.

“You’re wrong,” Red says softly into the awkward silence. “About Zack. He’s learning. He just needed his omega.” She winds her fingers into Zack’s hair and tilts his head to whisper in his ear.

The surly alpha growls and licks at her bond mark, sending a look of pure pleasure suffusing across her face. “Mine,” Zack grates out.

That word drops like a sledgehammer in the quiet room. The Alpha Lodgings agent flinches. The escaped prisoner doesn’t look at us, yet his words are clearly directed our way. His alpha presence spreads thickly through the cells.

“I’ll take care of him,” Red announces into the stunned silence. She hiccups as her new alpha licks her bond mark again. “If, if you’re okay with it, Rickon?” she adds, after she gets herself under control.

A pang squeezes my heart. I don’t get a say, because I’m a professional onlooker. I guess not even helping Red with her heat can heal the scar I slashed through her heart.

“Of course, Biscuit,” Rickon responds quickly. “We’ll get it sorted out.” He glances at me for confirmation, and I nod. I’d never refuse Red anything.

My brain races in a million directions. I’ve heard of the rehabilitation program for alphas since it’s part of the judicialsystem, but even if we can wrangle his release, that’s one hell of a dangerous man sitting in the cell with her.

Everything about him shouts a warning, from his strong alpha scent to the way he’s ignored us. All he cares about is his omega, and we pose zero threat in his books. That speaks volumes about his strength.

As if hearing my thoughts, Zack licks Red again and slides a slow, calculated look in our direction, taking in the group of alphas and betas clustered outside the bars. I freeze as he deliberately thrusts up into the omega, claiming her in front of the others in the room. It’s so primal, my cock stirs. What would happen if I slid in at her back?

I swallow down a groan. I’m the worst damn lawyer in existence, thinking about my client this way.

As if sensing my indiscreet desires, Zack braces Red’s body and tips her backward. The blanket drops underneath her body on the bed and her delicate moans fall with it as the alpha flicks his hips to dominate her. If he’s got room to thrust inside, his knot’s most likely going down. It might be the moment to separate them, but the idea fills me with unease. As much as I don’t like it, I can sense she needs him.

Ricky’s grip on the bars tightens, making me think he’s going weak in the knees too. If I’m feeling so sensitive about Red being with an alpha, this must be torture for him.

I clasp his shoulder, hoping to pass him the strength to endure. “Let’s give them some privacy.” I push at the others to herd them away. “As much as can be had in a cell, anyway,” I mutter darkly.

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