Page 3 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

I type out a message to my paralegal to track down any precedent cases of an omega breaking her alpha out of prison. Winning a bail plea has never been so personal.

Which gives me an idea. I dial up my contact at the OCB, Assistant Special Agent in Charge Leroy Hanamack.

“Leroy, Callisto Wren here,” I say, relieved he answered.

Thankfully, he remembers me. “I need a favor,” I tell him.

“You know how we’re missing testimony for the omega cases?

The lead witness, Red Jones, turns out to be—”

Shit, I almost admitted she’s my scent match, which is true, but raises more questions than answers. “Well, she’s my friend’s scent match, and she got herself in some trouble. Can you give me some advice on OCB protocols?”

“Sure, what’s the problem?”

I slump down in the seat. “Apparently she got caught breaking an alpha out of prison.”

He coughs down the line. “Seriously? Damn, you’re going to need some help with this one. Where are you now?”

We take an exit ramp, the airport control towers framing the skyline. “About to get on a plane.”

He grunts and papers rustle in the background. “Give me an hour and I’ll come along.”

Leroy sends me his details and I have the tickets booked before we even arrive at the terminal. Something tells me we’ll need all the help we can get this time.

Four hours later, we fly into a poky little town with two main streets, some decently big truck stops, and a claim to fame as the birthplace of a well-known astronaut. And, of course, the current residence of our runaway omega.

Patrol cars swarm the carpark, the Alpha Lodgings branding on the sides making my heart palpitate as we enter through the station’s sliding doors.

A chill settles on my skin as we shut out the spring warmth.

Inside, the building buzzes with excitement, far too many law enforcement agents crammed into one space. This is a big deal for them.

Leroy scans the area and whistles. “Looks like the entire force came out on parade.”

“Or for the circus,” Rickon adds darkly.

Behind the counter, a middle-aged beta argues with a burly alpha in an Alpha Lodgings uniform. “He said not to separate them,” the officer says, tone wheedling.

“Sheriff McCullis?” I call, catching their attention.

The middle-aged officer with a receding hairline brightens. “Oh, thank God. Attorney Wren?”

“Yes. Just Callisto is fine.” I tug Rickon forward. “This is Rickon Jones, the omega’s official alpha, and Assistant Special Agent in Charge Leroy Hanamack from the Laversham OCB. We’d like to see Red Jones immediately.”

The constable swallows hard and glances at the tall, frowning man beside him. “Right, well, we seem to be in a bit of conflict about that with Officer McKenna here.”

Leroy steps forward and looks the Alpha Lodgings guy over with subtle posturing. “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer straightens his uniform. “The alpha involved is a special case at the Lodgings. He’s dangerous and not suitable for public interactions. We’ve just had a manhunt across the state for him, so I won’t allow any actions that might aid his escape.”

“I haven’t seen news about a manhunt,” Leroy says, resting one fist on his hip.

McKenna’s gaze flits across all of us and then away. “It wasn’t a nationalized manhunt.”

A strange emotion twists in my belly. He’s hiding something, but whatever’s going on, we’re wasting time. Using my court voice, I tell him, “I don’t give a flying fig who else is in the building, but I need to see my client. Now.”

Leroy nods. “The omega involved is a key witness in an important criminal case. It’s essential that these men see her.” His gaze narrows on the lanky man from Alpha Lodgings. “Agent, do you have an injunction?”

His jaw works a few times. “No, but—”

“Great,” Leroy says, turning away. “Guide us in, Sheriff.”

I’m so glad I asked Leroy to come, because if I was on my own, I think the Lodgings officer would find every reason under the sun to keep us away from Red, but he wilts in the face of an OCB assistant branch director.

With a few nervous glances, the sheriff guides us into the back, where the cells are. “They’re both still in, ah, coitus, so best if her official alpha goes first.”

Rickon slips ahead to take the lead, his hands bunching and unbunching. Poor guy must be beside himself. I know I am.

On the other side of the bars, Red sits on a naked alpha’s lap, her flushed cheek resting on his shoulder.

Her hair’s as wild as she is, and all she wears is a blanket draped around her shoulders.

Between the bunched wool and her flyaway locks, I spot traces of blood on her shoulder.

The fucker still has his teeth buried in her.

He has his back to us, revealing a solid build, powerful shoulders, and coarse brown hair.

He locks his arms around her body, one of his limbs bound in a grimy plaster cast.

Red tenses as we come into view.

“Hello, Biscuit,” Rickon says, grasping the bars. “You sure had us worried.”

She blinks up at him, and the reflected fluorescent lights glimmer as tears sheen in her eyes. “Hi.”

Glancing around, I’m shocked to discover people in the other holding cells, some with clear views into Red’s space. “You couldn’t give them somewhere private?” I snap, swinging to face the sheriff.

He shrugs, a flush spreading up his pudgy neck. “We don’t have anywhere else, and we found them in the back of a transport truck, so we couldn’t leave them there.”

“Technically, you could have,” I mutter. At least then they’d have some privacy. I scrub one hand over my face, and then move to stand at the bars next to Rickon, blocking the line of sight. “Hey, gorgeous,” I call.

Red smiles wearily. “My alphas came for me.”

Adrenaline shoots through my body. Is she acknowledging my place at her side? “We sure did, Red,” I reply, fighting emotion. “And we’re going to get you out of here.”

She tightens her grip around her new alpha, dropping one side of the blanket. I look away from the lovely brown curves of her body, memories from helping her through the heat riding me hard.

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 alpha into 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 judicial system, 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.

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.