Page 79 of Your Wild Omega

“Sorry, so sorry,” White Mine stammers.

He thrusts one hand out. “I let you stay off-site thanks to your special circumstances, but I can’t make exceptions if you’re going to hold us up.” The man’s gaze flicks to me and White Mine drops his head.

I don’t like it. I don’t know if he’s upset or if this is a game, but if the noisy alpha is making my pack mate back down, does that mean he wants to make White Mine his? A growl vibrates through me as I set my ohm down on her feet and step forward.

“No, Zack,” she warns, tugging on my leash.

I tremble with the urge to yank the linked chains from her hands and tear into these fools who think they can challenge my pack. Let them see how a real alpha protects what’s his.

White Mine takes my hand, fingers clinging tight. “Sorry, Director. It won’t happen again.”

I grumble under my breath, warning the angry alpha to leave my pack alone. He sighs, his gaze sliding away from my challenge. “Hurry through wardrobe. You’ve held us up long enough.”

Mine hands the leash to White Mine and vanishes into a tent.

He slips both hands around my arm, holding me in place. “We’re okay, Zack. You don’t need to stress.”

My gaze flicks to the alpha in blue who goes everywhere with us. He keeps his eyes locked on me, which means he’s not concerned about other threats. He’s not pack, despite living with us, but I can handle his presence because he keeps his eyes off my ohm.

Not like the tall, dark-haired one I got rid of. He watched Mine and White Mine all the time with greedy eyes. If I see him again, I won’t even acknowledge his existence. That’s how the Death One behaved to alphas in his domain, back in the old territory.

“Mr Jones,” the blue alpha says, stepping closer. “If you’ve got a minute, can we chat?”

“Sure,” White Mine says, angling his body away from me without letting go.

“It’s a bit of a delicate subject, so sorry in advance, but we’re supposed to be here until Mr Wren completes his rehabilitation license. If Mr Wren’s not living in the household, then we have a bit of a problem.” He scratches his head, one side of his mouth lifting. “We haven’t reported to our supervisor yet, since this mission is a bit like a vacation for us.” He grins, baring plenty of teeth, and I stiffen. “But we can’t go on indefinitely. We need to give a report next week.”

White Mine rubs my arm, soothing me, and the other alpha snaps his lips shut over his teeth.

“Yeah, I get it.” My alpha sighs, and I wish I had a glow in my heart telling me what he feels. “Is the training something I could do?”

The man in blue winces. “I don’t want to be a Negative Nancy, but you’d need enough physical strength to manhandle an alpha, I mean, another alpha. And that strength comes from body type.”

I can’t follow most of their words, but when Mine drops his head I can tell he’s not happy.

He scrubs long fingers into his spiky white hair. “What are the chances of assessing Zack as not needing constant supervision? He’s learning really fast.”

“Yeah, he is.” The other alpha shrugs. “You could make a case, but I’m not sure he’d pass. Not until he can understand things like laws of the country.”

I give up on trying to follow their conversation and turn, looking for Mine. Her scent has remained steady inside the tent, joined by a familiarotherwho always helps her change her clothes. Traces from the alphas who swarm around my ohm throughout the day linger in the tent, but so long as they keep their distance, I can bear it. Mine seems to want some of thecontact, repeating it over and over in front of the gangly black boxes on wheels, although I don’t know why.

She comes out of the tent, looking different, her beautiful face somehow even more desirable. With all these people watching, my fingers twitch with the need to reassure myself that she’s still my ohm. I grumble, irritated. I want to sleep, and I want toask.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” White Mine says, linking our hands together.

I swing, tracking Mine as she walks away.

White Mine follows my gaze. “Oh, she’s done. Come on.” He tugs my hand, and we follow our ohm to the place filled with the four-legged beasts bigger than me. Horses, White Mine called them. I cross my arms over my chest and watch the flurry of activity whirling around my female.

She attracts beings naturally, and I don’t like it. Their gazes follow her, as if stuck. I used to practice my fighting skills every day, but now I don’t. What if I grow weak and these other alphas take her from me? They tried before, when I first came to the house in the sky. I stretch out my arm, freed from the white bandages, and flex the muscles. Usable, but weaker.

“Damn, you’re really in a mood today, aren’t you?” White Mine mutters. “Let’s try something.”

He tilts his mini screen my way. “Look. Let’s see how many words you know while we wait.” He moves his thumb, and a dog flashes up on the screen. I stare at his thumb, remembering our moment on the couch. If Iasknow, what would he say?

“What’s this, Zack?” he says, pointing to the screen. The pleading in his eyes distracts me from the discomfort in my cock.

“Dog.”

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