Page 80 of Your Wild Omega

“Yes! Good,” he says, smiling.

I lift my hand and trace the curve of his lips. “Smile.”

“Right again. What about this one?” He draws my attention back to the screen.

I know those buzzy little things; the others at my fighting cave hated them. “Damn flies,” I announce proudly.

White Mine laughs. “Well, you’re not wrong, but I guess someone cursed them out in your past. Next one.”

Cat. Sun. Milk. Car. Juice. Bowl. Tree. I know many of them. Some I know but can’t say, like sandwich and house. I don’t want to even try if I can’t say the whole word. No need to reveal how different I am.

I stroke the edges of the leash dangling between us. One day, when I know enough words, perhaps I’ll explore the Outside without this binding me. Maybe I won’t stay a dog-alpha forever.

A prickling unease washes through me, part instinct and part something shared from Mine. I glance up in time to see an alpha wrap his arms around my ohm and press his lips to hers.

With a furious roar, I jerk the leash from White Mine’s hands and run.

Chapter thirty-one

Red

All hell breaks loose as the raging alpha slams into us. Sebastien’s arm drops away from my back, and I stumble into the set. It smells like someone’s set fire to a grain field.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp out, as Zack crouches over the actor and hauls back his clenched fist.

A flash of purple and white catapults between them, and I wince as Rickon appears on Zack’s chest, clinging like a monkey. Agent Pierce drags my alpha’s arm behind his back, but Zack snarls at him and slams his shoulder into the agent’s belly. Pierce staggers back.

I cover my mouth with my hands, too stunned to even call his name. What a fool I am. We rushed to get here, and the director changed the scene since we were late and the lighting had shifted too much. I was so focused on getting into character that I forgot to warn Zack and Rickon.

My throat closes up. I should’ve shown him it was just acting and introduced Sebastien properly. Now he thinks his turf isbeing challenged. For a split second, his rage blooms inside me as if it’s my own, compelling me to hate Sebastien. To want him ground into dust.

I choke on the consuming fury.

Zack gets his arm free, but Agent Pierce throws himself on Zack’s back instead, cranking a headlock around his throat. Rickon clings to our alpha, shouting “No!” over and over. Scenes flash through my mind of Sebastien pressing charges and Zack getting dragged back to Alpha Lodgings. And Rickon’s going to get a black eye any second from the fists flailing around.

The terror paralyzes me. Zack could undo everything we’ve been working toward. If that happens, I’ll lose him—maybe forever.

Trembling, I drag myself upright and scream at the top of my lungs, “Zack! Come.”

My alpha spasms, his fist changing direction midair to hit the ground beside Sebastien’s head. Straw fragments and dust shower away from his hand. The flood of anger through my chest shifts to concern. Zack pivots, clutching Rickon one-handed as he lunges to his feet and shakes the OCB agent loose.

Violent shivering wracks my body as the human tornado arrives.

Zack shields me, pressing Rickon between us like a sandwich. “Ohm?” he growls, checking me for danger. He shifts Rickon to his hip like he’s carrying a child and leans in, growling as he catches another alpha’s scent on my face.

Whispers run through the watching crew. The eyes on us, they fucking burn, full of shock and disgust. And fear.

I scrabble behind me, hands tangling with the latch on the stable door. I release it and tumble backward into the stall, onto the wood shavings. Zack loses his footing as the gate gives way and falls forward, barely catching himself from slamming into me.

We lie in a gasping heap, Rickon as white as a sheet, while Zack expands and contracts with each furious inhale.

A shadow falls over us. “Okay in there?” Agent Pierce asks, breathing hard.

I flash him a thumbs-up, not sure my tongue’s capable of working right now.

“Is Sebastien all right?” Rickon asks, voice cracking. Not surprising, considering he was shouting so much.

“I’m fine,” the actor calls, although he sounds shaky.

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