Page 31 of Feral, Part Two (Wolfscorge #2)
A Week Later
Kael
Chaos.
That’s the only way I can describe our new dynamic between four fox pups running around the entire house and getting into everything, and our Omegas taking us when they want. I can barely come up for a moment to breathe.
Not that I mind.
But Jesus Christ, I never thought we’d have to fox-proof the house. Those sneaky little pups can climb and squeeze into the smallest spaces, Slate’s babies even more mischievous than Preston’s. But get them altogether right before they need a nap and I just…
I drag a hand down my face and stare at the newly constructed board we put together last week.
With what little we know, it’s time to start a different path.
The Collective is very much part of all of these shenanigans but now I’ve placed Violet who heads up Veltmoor and Alexandra up there as well.
There’s also a few other family members who are definitely in contact with the council, as well as Raphael and Ulysses.
I’m not sure if we’ll ever figure out how it all connects, but I like knowing we’re one step closer to something.
Ever since they dragged Nathan’s body away, we haven’t really been bothered.
We keep to ourselves most days and I reach out to Beck and Arlo for any status updates, though there isn’t much.
Beck’s Omega still hasn’t come out of the basement, which is a nightmare in and of itself, but Arlo can’t find Orion.
Which… is terrifying.
“Alpha, I thought you were closing all this up.”
I twist around to see Malik peeking his head in, his torso slick with sweat, his hair plastered to his face.
A chuckle rumbles through my chest as I step up to him and flick off the light.
“Yeah, I was just saying goodbye to it all. It’s still going to bug me.
” I look back at the board, my gaze falling on the animal names along the bottom, question marks for the Omegas that might not even exist yet.
A heavy sigh falls from my lips before I close the door and push Malik into the living room.
“You’re right. We’re done. This is our life for the foreseeable future and we need to live in the present.
” I parrot Preston’s words from last night’s dinner because he’s right.
We’ll get nowhere focusing on connections that don’t make sense when we have nothing to go on.
Little does my pack know that the clues I need lie with the Omegas who are finding their packs one by one. Orion has information. Beck’s Omega has another piece. In fact, each of our Omegas has a piece of the whole to get out of this compound.
I just have to be patient.
Malik jabs me in the side. “Stop that. I know what you’re doing. I came to get you because Slate and Preston are relentless. I’m tapped out and Thane looks like he might keel over.”
“What is going on?”
He shrugs, guiding me down the hall to their den.
The pups are just outside in the hall in a makeshift playpen, the only one that they haven’t been able to break out of.
I blow them all a kiss, each of them squealing and running their noses along my nose through the mess of the pen before I step into the room.
Thane is standing just across the room, his cock stuffed down Slate’s throat, his lids squeezed shut as tears stream down his face.
He’s completely naked, Preston standing behind him and fucking into him furiously, both of our Omegas flush with arousal.
I almost ask what the fuck is going on until I catch Preston in one of his lingerie sets, complete with a bra, his panties pulled down just enough to unearth his cock.
Those blue-gray eyes fall on me. “Alpha, I got my knot. Fuck, Slate’s ass feels amazing. Thane won’t let me fuck him.”
Thane chuckles as he turns his attention to me as well.
“Cousin, get in here. They’ve been fucking each other for the past hour and using me as a fucking lollipop.
I don’t think I can come again. Shit. Fuck .
” He digs his hand into Slate’s hair and pulls out just in time to spray the Omega’s face.
“I’m tapping out. Holy fuck.” He falls back into the chair behind him as Slate stutters forward, his release coating the carpet below.
Preston is still snapping his hips forward as his eyes roll into the back of his head just as he comes, a guttural groan pulling from him. “Oh my god, that’s glorious. Ungh, Alpha… I need.”
My eyes widen as both of our Omegas’ scents bloom at the same moment, twisting together, before exploding through the room.
No. Fucking. Way.
“Please tell me that both of our Omegas didn’t just go into heat at the same time.”
No one answers, but I don’t need them to, not with the way my cock thickens in my pants until it’s almost painful, an animalistic sound tearing from my throat. Well, alright, then.