Page 8 of Your Wild Omega

The Alpha Lodgings guy throws his arms out to stop us from moving. “No. Now that her real alpha is here, we need to separate them.”

“Are you insane?” I hiss, pressuring his arm. “In what universe do you interrupt a pack bonding, for any reason other than the omega’s safety?”

He glares at me. “Exactly. That man’s a dangerous criminal. He could kill her any moment. He’s killed before.”

A thick sensation bubbles up through my chest, but instead of fear, it’s fiery anger. Why is this man so persistent? I glance back at the lovers. “She looks safe and happy to me.”

Red moans in delight and calls Zack’s name as he leisurely fucks her on the narrow cot. I shoot my brows at Leroy, and he nods.

“Callisto’s correct. The omega’s been with him for nearly a day, right? So she’s in no immediate danger, especially if we all keep our distance. But if we approach, we’d be the ones risking her safety.” He glances over at the naked duo and shakes his head. “Rickon will remain to supervise for now, and we can call the Omega Center if we need a second professional opinion. Let’s take this discussion elsewhere.”

As I turn away, I catch the expression on the Lodgings officer’s face. It’s rage, pure and simple. He’s embarrassed to be outranked by the OCB agent.

I clench my fists. Are their fucking egos more important than a man’s life? Well, it doesn’t matter. Red wants Zack, and my omega’s going to get whatever she wants.

I swear it.

Chapter three

Callisto

Once we’re back in the station’s main office, I spin around to face Leroy, my brain racing with all the possibilities. To get this Zack guy released, someone needs to take responsibility for him. “What’s required for alpha rehabilitation?” I ask. Leroy mentioned the guardianship arrangement on our flight over but was light on details.

He purses his lips, eyes narrowing as he thinks it through. “The alpha rehabilitation program is available to aggressive criminal alphas. A suitable alpha needs to become certified as a rehab coach, which is an extension of the physical restraining course all our agents undertake as part of their training.”

Leroy pauses, and his brow wrinkles as he scans me up and down. “It’s usually available to OCB agents and ex-military—people who already have a foundation in suppression skills.” That’s his gentle way of saying not lawyers in suits or delicate-looking alphas in corsets. But his warning doesn’t faze me.

I splay my hand across my chest. “I did judo when I was younger. How do I sign up?”

“Wait a minute,” McKenna sputters, tension coiling in his shoulders. “This alpha is a ward of the state. Only a judge can release him into anyone else’s guardianship.”

“And how’s all that care going for him?” I mutter rebelliously under my breath. Obviously not well if he was on the prison’s euthanasia list.

The guard hears me and his eyes flash with malice. At this point, I’m determined to take Zack home out of pure spite. The guard’s attitude reminds me of how the Omega Center tried to hold on to Red, but with none of their genuine concern for their charge.

“Back to the question you asked,” Leroy says, overlooking the verbal tussle and returning to the topic. “Sorry, but a rehab coach needs to be someone in the same house.”

“Not a problem,” I shoot back. “Since they’re both currently living with me.”

Leroy and the jackass stiffen. “What? Why?” asks the prison guard.

I ignore him and wait for Leroy to finish processing.

The senior agent hums in the back of his throat as he taps his chin. “Oh. Because of the warrant on Rickon’s ex-partner?”

“That’s right.” I nod. “It wasn’t a safe environment to bring an omega into, so they’re staying with me until they find a new place.”

Leroy strokes his goatee and hums in the back of his throat. “I see. I didn’t realize you were all so close. But if they’re going to be moving out, then Rickon should be the one—”

My pulse leaps. Here’s my chance to wind myself so tightly into the pack, Red will have to let me stay. “I think I’m the best-suited person in the picture for handling aggressive alphas.” Plus, I can’t picture Rickon manhandling a crazed man like Zack.I shudder at the memory of dark bruising ringing my friend’s throat.

Leroy shrugs and sighs. “Okay, I can sign you up for the next course, but unfortunately, he won’t be able to live with you until there’s a certified person in the household. You’ll also need approved restraining facilities in your home, which means renovating.”

My heart pounds against my rib cage. He really said yes. I’m sure Judge Harmon would sign off on the guardianship transfer, or if it needs to be a judge based in Darinian, Leroy must have contacts through the OCB.

A thrill of excitement runs through me as I say, “I’ll do whatever’s necessary. Just tell me what’s required.” I mean, we already cut the bottom quarter of a door off, so what’s a few more modifications?

“Stop. I can’t allow this,” the Alpha Lodgings bastard cuts in, glaring daggers at me. He raises both hands in refusal and then he postures up, determination heightening his metallic scent. “Zazu belongs to the Darinian Alpha Lodgings. He isn’t going anywhere.”

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