Page 36 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter thirty

Zack

I watch everything. That’s how I learn. Once the light fades away and my pack sleeps after I’ve reassured myself thoroughly that they’re still mine, I lie awake processing. And sometimes, like today, I wake up early with even more thoughts tumbling through my head.

My existence so far consists of three phases: fighting, waiting, and learning. Most days it makes my head ache, but every time I try something new, I’m rewarded by an explosion of happiness in my chest.

My ohm is pleased with me. I must learn more.

But the more I learn, the more I flounder, the knowledge connected endlessly like a continual flow of water that sweeps away my slippery footing.

I tuck a cushion under my head and sigh.

The moving screen in the sitting area downstairs flashes with beings who dance and sing and read from books, teaching me new things every day.

When White Mine taught me how to summon them into the room with a click of a button, I was thrilled he shared his powers with me.

Now I watch the colorful beings through half-shut eyes, not fully awake yet.

“Sun,” the beings drone, pointing to images of a yellow sphere with rays.

I stretch out on the couch, craning to see through the glass where the big globe shines strongly. Not a globe. A sun. In a sky. “Su-un,” I mutter.

Everything that exists has a word for it. I wonder if I can learn them all, like Mine and White Mine have. Then maybe this shivery feeling, like disaster is waiting for me in the next second, will go away. Maybe I could make sense of what we do every day.

“Sky,” the screen images recite next.

I tug a blanket off the back of the comfortable seat and wrap it around me. Gone are the days where I was endlessly cold but couldn’t do anything about it. Now I wear clothes and sleep in a soft bed with my pack and grab blankets and food whenever I like. It’s good.

Footsteps thump along the hallway overhead. “Oh, bloody oath!” White Mine cries, running down the stairs. “Why didn’t you wake me, Zack?”

I glance at the sun outside. It does look much higher and brighter than when we usually start our mornings, but we’ve had a few days at home lately, so I didn’t notice.

“Shit, Mr Yun’s going to kill me.” White Mine sets a kitchen machine rumbling and then comes over, shaking my shoulder. “Come on. Get up and dressed.”

His scent sweeps over me. Striking fast, I snatch his arm and tug him down onto my chest.

White Mine gasps and pulls back, hammering his fists against me. “No time for this, Zack.”

Whatever he’s upset about isn’t my concern. “Ask,” I repeat sleepily.

“No,” he declares, tugging away.

I growl. “Ask?” I say again, holding him tight. No is not a word I’m supposed to ignore, but does he really mean it?

White Mine glares at me, but then he groans and his gaze softens. “Kissing only,” he says, slumping.

Kissing, I understand. I tug his head down, marveling that such a powerful being lets me have my way. Here at home, at least, in the territory I’ve claimed. Out there beyond the windows is still his domain.

White Mine’s lips are softer than mine, and I love running my tongue over them. He smells like a combination of Mine and me, which fills me with satisfaction. He gasps as I leave his lips and trail my mouth down his chin and under his jaw, his internal thumping speeding up below the skin.

“Shi-it,” I murmur, trying out the word against his neck. He uses it often enough, especially when I insert myself inside him, but I don’t know what it means.

White Mine flinches and touches his finger to my lips. “No,” he orders. “That one’s not for you. Not yet.”

Holding his gaze, I suck his finger into my mouth.

“Damn you,” he says huskily. “Do you have any idea . . .?” He groans, clutches my face with both hands, and presses his hungry mouth to mine. I clamp an arm around his waist, my cock stirring as our legs scrape together. His body writhes in response as our lips touch over and over.

He’s like a good meal I want to eat more and more of; having him under my power like this is amazing.

White Mine gasps and shivers, dropping his head to my shoulder as he vibrates all over with a moan. His sweet cake scent floods over me and I breathe it deep.

“Happy now, bastard?” he gasps, punching my shoulder. It doesn’t hurt at all because he’s only playing at being mad.

I grin.

He rolls off my chest. “And I don’t even have time to shower.” White Mine glares at me and crooks his fingers a few times. “Get up! It’s go time.”

I throw back the blanket and roll to my feet. The wet patch in his sleeping trousers fills me with another swell of pride.

“Don’t you dare look at me like I’m something to eat, you smug alpha,” he calls, running for the stairs. “Red, you out of the shower yet? Hurry.”

I grumble when we leave the house without eating, but White Mine drives the car through a tunnel that hands food directly to us. The slender alpha mutters under his breath the entire way as I stare out the window at the many beings who flow through the city.

Including people walking dogs on leads.

I stroke the collar around my neck, feeling the bumps and seams. After my first brush with the small four-legged monster, Mine showed me a book about dogs and taught me the word.

Well, I’d already heard the word dogs plenty of times, back at the first stage of my life, but these creatures are different.

Dogs aren’t people, which is even more confusing, but the day my pack took me to the wide grassy area—the park—I began to understand.

When not held close by their owners, dogs run around wildly, chasing everything in sight. But when the leash drapes from their neck, they stand calmly next to their owners. White Mine puts the collar around my neck for the same reason: I might chase all the threats if they hadn’t taught me this.

Which means I’m still different, because I never see any other alphas or ohms or non-alphas wearing a leash.

“What are you so deep in thought about?” Mine asks, leaning her head on my shoulder.

I point out the window. “Dog.”

That familiar, delicious flush of warmth glows in my heart. I twist and rest my hand over the same spot in her chest. “Ohm like?”

She captures my hand, holding it in place. “Yes, it means I’m happy. Happy that you’re learning so fast. One day I’ll ask your forgiveness for leashing you like a dog, but by then you’ll be able to understand my reasons.”

Somehow I know she’s talking about me becoming less like a dog. “Learn,” I mumble.

“Yes, you’re learning so well.” Mine presses a kiss to my cheek, happiness in her smile and heart.

“I see twice as many reporters here today,” White Mine muses as the car slows.

I peer out the window, but recoil as bright lights flash in my face. When I growl softly, my ohm rests her arm over my body to restrain me.

“Gotta get used to this, sorry,” she murmurs. “Your omega’s getting more famous by the day.”

I nuzzle into her. She doesn’t seem upset about the crowd, so I let it go. If they try to take her from me, I can teach them a lesson. “Mine,” I murmur, to make sure she knows.

White Mine interrupts as the car stops moving. “Quick, time to run.”

Mine trips as we rush toward the tent city, so I sweep her up over my shoulder and she laughs all the way.

A man who always yells and orders everyone around during acting storms toward us, fists on his hips. “This is out of line, Rickon Jones!”

“Sorry, so sorry,” White Mine stammers.

He thrusts one hand out. “I let you stay off-site thanks to your special circumstances, but I can’t make exceptions if you’re going to hold us up.” The man’s gaze flicks to me and White Mine drops his head.

I don’t like it. I don’t know if he’s upset or if this is a game, but if the noisy alpha is making my pack mate back down, does that mean he wants to make White Mine his? A growl vibrates through me as I set my ohm down on her feet and step forward.

“No, Zack,” she warns, tugging on my leash.

I tremble with the urge to yank the linked chains from her hands and tear into these fools who think they can challenge my pack. Let them see how a real alpha protects what’s his.

White Mine takes my hand, fingers clinging tight. “Sorry, Director. It won’t happen again.”

I grumble under my breath, warning the angry alpha to leave my pack alone. He sighs, his gaze sliding away from my challenge. “Hurry through wardrobe. You’ve held us up long enough.”

Mine hands the leash to White Mine and vanishes into a tent.

He slips both hands around my arm, holding me in place. “We’re okay, Zack. You don’t need to stress.”

My gaze flicks to the alpha in blue who goes everywhere with us. He keeps his eyes locked on me, which means he’s not concerned about other threats. He’s not pack, despite living with us, but I can handle his presence because he keeps his eyes off my ohm.

Not like the tall, dark-haired one I got rid of. He watched Mine and White Mine all the time with greedy eyes. If I see him again, I won’t even acknowledge his existence. That’s how the Death One behaved to alphas in his domain, back in the old territory.

“Mr Jones,” the blue alpha says, stepping closer. “If you’ve got a minute, can we chat?”

“Sure,” White Mine says, angling his body away from me without letting go.

“It’s a bit of a delicate subject, so sorry in advance, but we’re supposed to be here until Mr Wren completes his rehabilitation license.

If Mr Wren’s not living in the household, then we have a bit of a problem.

” He scratches his head, one side of his mouth lifting.

“We haven’t reported to our supervisor yet, since this mission is a bit like a vacation for us.

” He grins, baring plenty of teeth, and I stiffen.

“But we can’t go on indefinitely. We need to give a report next week. ”

White Mine rubs my arm, soothing me, and the other alpha snaps his lips shut over his teeth.

“Yeah, I get it.” My alpha sighs, and I wish I had a glow in my heart telling me what he feels. “Is the training something I could do?”

The man in blue winces. “I don’t want to be a Negative Nancy, but you’d need enough physical strength to manhandle an alpha, I mean, another alpha. And that strength comes from body type.”

I can’t follow most of their words, but when Mine drops his head I can tell he’s not happy.

He scrubs long fingers into his spiky white hair. “What are the chances of assessing Zack as not needing constant supervision? He’s learning really fast.”

“Yeah, he is.” The other alpha shrugs. “You could make a case, but I’m not sure he’d pass. Not until he can understand things like laws of the country.”

I give up on trying to follow their conversation and turn, looking for Mine.

Her scent has remained steady inside the tent, joined by a familiar other who always helps her change her clothes.

Traces from the alphas who swarm around my ohm throughout the day linger in the tent, but so long as they keep their distance, I can bear it.

Mine seems to want some of the contact, repeating it over and over in front of the gangly black boxes on wheels, although I don’t know why.

She comes out of the tent, looking different, her beautiful face somehow even more desirable. With all these people watching, my fingers twitch with the need to reassure myself that she’s still my ohm. I grumble, irritated. I want to sleep, and I want to ask .

“Hey, what’s wrong?” White Mine says, linking our hands together.

I swing, tracking Mine as she walks away.

White Mine follows my gaze. “Oh, she’s done. Come on.” He tugs my hand, and we follow our ohm to the place filled with the four-legged beasts bigger than me. Horses, White Mine called them. I cross my arms over my chest and watch the flurry of activity whirling around my female.

She attracts beings naturally, and I don’t like it.

Their gazes follow her, as if stuck. I used to practice my fighting skills every day, but now I don’t.

What if I grow weak and these other alphas take her from me?

They tried before, when I first came to the house in the sky.

I stretch out my arm, freed from the white bandages, and flex the muscles. Usable, but weaker.

“Damn, you’re really in a mood today, aren’t you?” White Mine mutters. “Let’s try something.”

He tilts his mini screen my way. “Look. Let’s see how many words you know while we wait.” He moves his thumb, and a dog flashes up on the screen. I stare at his thumb, remembering our moment on the couch. If I ask now, what would he say?

“What’s this, Zack?” he says, pointing to the screen. The pleading in his eyes distracts me from the discomfort in my cock.

“Dog.”

“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.