Page 30 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter twenty-four

Zack

As the door slams shut behind the not-pack alpha, fresh pain burns through my chest. I grit my teeth.

It’s like the day my arm snapped back at the closed-in territory.

I grind my fist into my chest, wishing I could get rid of the sensation.

This is all confusing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I’m sure the hurt belongs to Mine, not me.

Among the muddle of thoughts when I faced that barking alpha down, I recognized one bitter sensation that reminded me of all the times captors dragged me somewhere I didn’t want to go.

That tree-smelling alpha tried to trap Mine.

The pressure inside is too much and I have no words for most of it. These days I use tools in my hands, and I come and go from the Outside under the high blue roof, and yet I’m still not the same as the others around me. What more do I need to do in order to protect my pack?

The pressure builds, blurring my vision.

A snarl bursts through my lips, and I grab the edge of the low table and hurl it to the side.

It thumps heavily to the ground, spilling glossy papers and one tiny plant.

The heavy black top cracks right down the middle.

The pieces huddle motionless in the tumbled fragments of damp dirt, but the sight doesn’t soothe me.

With a jagged breath, I press my hands on the wall and smack my forehead into the plaster.

“Zack,” White Mine calls sharply.

His anxious tone cuts through my fury and I spin. Mine dangles in his arms, staring with wide eyes that look somewhere beyond me. The ohm remains silent, but the piece of her I sense in my chest blows wildly like the wind pounding on the windows.

I cross the room in a few strides and lift her. The thick layers of her dress bunch around us, keeping us apart, and I seize the edge with a growl.

“Wait,” White Mine orders, his voice cracking like the tabletop.

He peels Mine out of the material and lays his jacket over her bare shoulders. As the dress drops free, she wraps her legs around my hips, bringing us body to body, how we should be.

I set her down on the closest bench and lift her chin so I can peer into her face. She looks more like one of those flat pictures on the shiny pages on the floor than her usual self.

“Ohm?” I brush my cheek over hers, marking her with my scent. So long as she smells like me, no one else can take her, right?

She sucks in a ragged breath.

White Mine leans on the bench and hooks one arm around her waist. I study him carefully. I just declared myself the pack supreme, but he hasn’t fought me. Is this dangerous, pale alpha really not responding to my challenge? Will he let me take this role?

I stiffen as glistening liquid slides down his cheeks.

My head swivels as I look from him to Mine and back again.

That liquid results from pain, does it not?

Why’s it coming from him but not her? I run my thumb over Mine’s cheeks to be sure, the sharp bones covered in silky smooth skin gliding under my thumb.

Dry. Just a thin coating of the brown cream that hides bond marks.

I don’t like seeing White Mine shed water. With an unhappy rumble, I reach around Mine and pick him up by the waist, depositing him next to our omega. Then I lean in and lick the salty liquid off his cheeks.

“Tears,” he whispers against my ear. “These are called tears.”

“Teas.”

“Yeah.”

I straighten and cup Mine’s face, tipping my head to study her. “Ohm, teas?”

White Mine shakes his head. “Ohm keeps her tears for her heats, so I cry for her at other times.”

Mine spasms in response and throws her arms around the slender alpha. No tears leak from her, but she shivers like a dying fighter.

I hum in concern as White Mine strokes her back and holds her tight. I have too much to learn, too many pieces to fit together. Right now, I need more words. And I need to know what causes tears so I can stop it happening again.

Did I cause this? Did I make White Mine sad?

“I’m sorry, Rickon,” Ohm murmurs, clinging to the other alpha. Her fingers curl as if she’s in physical pain. “I know him joining us was your dream. I just—”

“It’s okay,” he says, winding his hands under her thighs to lift her. “You don’t have to explain.” More tears fall from his eyes into her hair.

I help, lifting and turning until she’s straddling his lap. As he holds her close, I crowd her back so she can’t fall.

White Mine lets out a sigh. “It was only a fantasy. Callisto’s the one who made the choice.”

A whispering sound behind us makes me spin around, searching for danger.

The slender alpha squeezes my shoulder. “It’s okay, Zack. It’s only rain on the glass.”

Droplets like his tears spatter against the dark windows and slide down in pale silver-black streaks. The Outside is weeping with White Mine. A shiver runs through my bones. That’s how powerful and dangerous he is—even the endless roof acknowledges him.

Which is exactly why I have to know.

I’ll give him one chance. I lift Mine off his legs and set her down beside him on the hard slab.

Every instinct screams at me as I lower my head into White Mine’s lap, which is still warm from our ohm’s presence, and expose the back of my neck to him. I shiver uncontrollably, waiting to see what he’ll do.

He freezes.

“What’s he doing?” Mine whispers, pressing her belly. “Fuck. He feels so . . . I don’t know . . . vulnerable right now.”

White Mine lifts his hand and I tense. His fingers feel cool as they stroke my exposed neck.

Fresh shivers and hot and cold chills follow in their wake.

If he closes his grip, it could be all over for me.

Although his body doesn’t seem physically strong enough to snap my neck, I know it’s a ruse. White Mine has strange powers.

“I think . . . I think he’s submitting. He’s exposing his neck to me.”

The alpha’s gentle strokes relax some of the tension I’ve been holding in my body all day. I soften and rest my hands around his hips. Is he the kind of alpha who toys with his prey?

“Oh,” Mine says, resting her hand on my shoulder, joining the three of us. Her chest shivers with her long breath. “He’s conflicted.”

White Mine’s hands slide up into my hair and then gently down to my jaw.

He lifts my head and gazes at me, light glinting in eyes the same color as the plant I broke.

“You don’t have to do that, Zack. It’s a complicated situation, but I believe you have Red’s best interests at heart.

I don’t think I could’ve made a hard call like that. ”

He leans in and presses his lips to mine, giving me his answer as he wraps his arms around my neck. White Mine doesn’t plan to challenge me. I gasp with the force of the realization. I am the superior of this pack. This mysterious being and the omega who is part of me have given me their trust.

I will protect them forever.

A growl escapes me as I pick up Mine and then grab White Mine’s wrist and tow him along behind us. The pressure in my body solidifies into a pounding that beats in time to the organ in my chest.

“Bathroom first,” White Mine instructs as we reach the top of the stairs.

I writhe impatiently as he strokes Mine’s face with small wet towels, removing traces of the brown cream. When I can’t wait any longer, I bundle them into each other and push them into our room.

My room. My bed. My pack.

I resist the urge to throw them both down immediately and instead peel back the blankets. With a huff, I spin to face White Mine, pointing to the bed. “Ask. Ask.”

“All right.” He smiles wearily. “Well done. Now have your way with us.” His expression wobbles. “Help us forget.”

Ohm opens her arms, and I sweep her down onto the sheets.

Her delicious scent’s been in my nostrils since she dropped her dress in that crowded, glittering place, and now I’ve waited long enough.

She didn’t leak tears, but I lick underneath her eyes, just in case.

A sharp, foreign scent lingers there with the dampness, left over from the cleaning towels.

She clings to me, trembling, as I press my lips to hers.

Her desire floods into me, but it’s mixed with the echoes of pain.

I curl my hands around her head and kiss her over and over, our lips swelling and slipping into each other, like the water drops on the windows.

If I kiss her enough, maybe the sadness will go away.

Our breath mingles, and it must warm her because one arm flops above her head and the rigid stress in her shoulders melts away.

The edges of White Mine’s borrowed jacket flap open on the bed as I trail my way down her body, kissing and sucking on the bite mark that sealed us as one.

Mine moans and her hands scrabble against the soft, cool pillow.

I lick over her heart, the steady thumping within reassuring me.

My chin catches on the shiny little covers over her breasts, making her gasp.

But the scent between her legs calls to me. I nuzzle my nose between her thighs.

White Mine strokes my shoulder as he unbuckles the heeled shoes strapped to her feet. I lift her legs up over my shoulders to give him better access, and then dip my tongue into her wet crease.

“Alpha,” Mine whines.

The fizzing drink in the bottle tasted good, but this is better, and it makes my head swim deliciously. She tastes like the gold-brown liquid White Mine drizzles on my morning bread.

I spread her open wider and suck, searching for more. Mine thrashes on the bed, mewling with need. Those delicious sounds slide into my ears. Heat explodes through the part of my chest that belongs to her, sweeping away the suffocating mess of thoughts.

Hands come around my neck as White Mine braces his weight there while he undoes my clothes. I release Mine long enough to shrug my arms free, but the material catches on the lumpy white case around my arm like it always does.

“Easy,” White Mine says with a chuckle.

I give up and hold my arm out to him while I return to my feast. He slides skilled fingers under the twisted edge and gently tugs the shirt free.

Mine pulses hot and flushed under my tongue.

“Pussy,” White Mine murmurs, stroking his fingers beside my tongue. Then he presses on the spot that makes Mine gasp and arch off the bed.

“Puss-he,” I repeat back, more inside her than out.

Mine dives her hands into my hair and pushes my face down, crying out. Her muscles spasm. “More, Zack!” she commands, and I obey, licking until her legs squeeze tight and my prize bathes my tongue.

Beside us, White Mine sheds his clothes.

He wraps his hand around his sprung shaft and strokes, his lips alternating between falling open and drawing in tight—pulsing in the same way Mine’s puss-he catches at me, and that other part of him that opens for the hardness between my legs. White Mine calls it a cock.

Mine’s legs slump, and I kneel up. “Come,” I order, reaching for my alpha.

He obeys meekly, kneeling on the bed. I rock backward and press him into place between me and Ohm.

“Feeling good, Biscuit?” he murmurs, cradling Mine in his hands.

“Mm-hmm,” she whispers back, limp and relaxed.

Her space in my chest glows, and I know I made the right decision bringing this alpha closer to her.

I’m able to share her emotions, but White Mine knows things I don’t.

This bubbly warmth always flushes through when they’re in contact.

It’s the reason I never tried to kill him.

I close my eyes, savoring the sensation.

White Mine’s fingers brush against my knuckles, and I wind our hands together. “It’s called love , Zack,” he murmurs.

“Love,” I repeat. Sounds like an important word.

“Yeah.”

I thought it was all coming from her, but now that this sensation has a name, I can sense two separate versions, one belonging purely to me. I smile and press on White Mine’s back. “In. Ask.”

I reach over to the side table and grab the little sheaths he taught me to wear, plus the bottle of fluid. I don’t need these with Mine, but White Mine isn’t an ohm.

He still hasn’t got the picture, so I reach around his waist and grab Mine’s hips, dragging her close until his cock bumps into her puss-he. White Mine chuckles and leans in, sliding his cock between her swollen lips. She moans softly and draws her knees up.

I fit the clear package over my cock and tilt White Mine forward. The liquid drizzles pleasingly over his cheeks when I squeeze the bottle, dribbling like tears. He gasps as I push as much of it as I can get into his hole, and then I press my cock against it.

He shifts forward under my weight as I thrust my way inside. Mine wheezes a little with the pressure as I crowd them together. This is my favorite place, with my pack beneath me, all of us locked together in the shelter of my arms.

I curl my hand around her arm. “Mine.”

“Yeah, I’m yours,” she says between soft pants, smiling at me.

“Love Mine.”

Her lips quiver and her eyes widen. A sweet sensation blows through my chest—all hers. I crane forward to scrape my cheek against the alpha directly under me. “Love White Mine.”

He gasps, and fresh tears leak from his eyes. Balancing on one arm, I turn his face and lick the tears up. Then I thrust hard, rocking him forward into my ohm. Our ohm.

Love. Pack. Very important words.

Later, when I’ve claimed them both as many times as possible, and White Mine lies sprawled on the pillows, Mine tugs my arm over her chest and snuggles her back into me. “I’m glad I’ve got you,” she murmurs drowsily, eyes already closed.

I feel her love in my chest, even though she hasn’t used the word. But despite my best efforts, an icy dot of pain still exists in the center.

And an instinct I can’t explain makes me think it will always be there, no matter how much I hold her close.

Because I drove out the other alpha, and that made her sad.