Page 47 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

“If you don’t stop when we say stop, yes, that’s disobeying. But people who disobey laws get punished. They go to prison, the place you lived in when Red first found you.”

I growl, baring my teeth at the memory of that stinking, closed-in place that choked my existence.

“Yeah, it’s not good, but some people deserve to go there, if they break the law.” He cups my jaw, smiling kindly. “Not you. You did nothing wrong.”

I nod slowly, pressing my hands into his back as I gaze up at him. The shadows darken his face, only the faintest light from the kitchen machines and low moonlight catching on his pale skin. I need to know more.

“Today. Who disobey law?”

He sighs. “A man called Hudson. A long time ago he was . . . something like pack to me. He asked but when I said no, he disobeyed.”

Shock makes me twitch. Someone else asked White Mine?

“And when I said no again, well—” The alpha in my arms slides his hands down to circle my throat. “He hurt me, here. Squeezed so tight my skin turned black.”

I jerk to my feet, knocking the stool over with a loud clatter. I know what that means because I’ve done it to challengers. They stop moving and don’t get up again. That means—

“Kill,” I mutter, fiery anger boiling inside me. “He kill you?”

“No.” My alpha shakes his head. “He just wanted to hurt me, I think. Or scare me. But he was angry, so he might have. Who knows?”

He reaches out his hands, silently asking for me, and I step forward, still trembling with rage.

“It’s okay,” he says against my shoulder. “Our omega saved me. She chased him away.” The slender body in my grip heaves. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect her that day, so she protected me. With a fork.” His soft chuckle blows across my back.

I don’t know everything he means, but I understand one thing. “Ohm save Zack too.”

“Yes.” His fingers glide through my hair. “We have that in common.”

I pull back so I can study his face. “I kill non-alpha.”

White Mine’s fingers dig into me. “No, Zack, you can’t. Killing is against the law.”

A shiver possesses my body, jerking me roughly. “No killing?” I tilt my head, running that strange idea around and around.

“That’s right. If you kill anyone, they will send you back to prison.”

Another growl vibrates through my chest. I’ll never go back there.

“Exactly. So promise me you won’t kill anyone.” His eyes glint with reflected light as he stares at me. He’s very serious.

I mull over his words. How can killing be wrong when that’s what I did all my life to face challenges in my territory?

White Mine says I didn’t do anything to deserve prison, but it sounds like I did.

Should I tell him I killed many times before?

Maybe he’s just saying not to do it again. After all, things are different now.

But that’s not the real problem. “Why Call-ee?”

“Right.” He brightens. “I forgot the most important part.” His fingers stroke my upper arms as he speaks, warming my skin.

“So, when a person breaks the law, or is accused of it even if they did nothing wrong, they go to court. Lawyers like Callisto show the evidence and help the judge decide if someone broke the law or not.”

“Kill or not kill?”

White Mine frowns and brushes hair off his face. “Well . . . they decide if the person goes to prison or not.”

I draw up straight, studying the alpha. The blanket slips off his shoulders, so I tug it back into position. “Call-ee decides on prison or no prison?”

White Mine smiles with just one side of his mouth. “Yeah, close enough. You can learn more about it later.”

So I can’t kill the non-alpha who put his hands on White Mine’s throat, but Call-ee sent him to prison. I frown, thinking it through. If that’s the case, then maybe the alpha I threw out isn’t so weak. Maybe that’s why White Mine asked him for help today.

“Non-alpha go to prison?” I confirm.

White Mine nods. “Yes. Hudson will go to prison for nine years. He’ll probably get out in seven, but that’s good enough for me. Also, so you know, someone who isn’t an alpha or an omega is called a beta.”

I drop my head down into his lap, frustration mounting. This new territory of mine is too hard to navigate.

“Don’t stress,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “You don’t need to learn everything at once. You’re doing so well already, Zack. Red and I are super proud of you.”

When I’m this close to his bare chest, his sweet scent fills me, soothing the irritation in my veins.

I’ll leave the problem of Call-ee for another day.

I have one more question that needs answering, but it seems to present many problems. Does the law also say I can’t bite my alpha?

Regardless, I’m desperate to know what he’s feeling.

I can’t live through another day where he collapses, or shouts in fury, without me knowing why.

I press my lips to his stomach and his soft skin twitches under my touch. “White Mine,” I murmur.

“Yes, alpha?”

I press my thumbs into his waist, the spot I hold when I fuck him. It calls to me. “White Mine?”

“I’m listening, Zack.”

I draw back and look up, meeting his eyes. The white parts glint in the darkness. I lightly pinch a little of the skin over his hip. “Ask. Bite.”

“You can—” He flinches. “What?”

I straighten and press my hand to his chest. “Bite. Feel here. Same as Mine.”

His hands fly to his mouth. “Bugger me, Zack.” His voice trembles. “I know what you’re asking, but I think it’s too much.” He reaches out and rests his warm hand along my cheek. “That’s a heavy burden for you to carry when you’re still learning.”

Is he saying no? It sounds like it. I straighten my shoulders and press closer. “Zack is strong,” I say, letting a hint of challenge stream out with the words. Didn’t he agree to let me be the alpha? He didn’t challenge me, even though I gave him a chance. “Ask. Be pack. Always. Zack knows.”

A strange, strangled sound slips through his throat, and I brush my fingers along the soft skin under his chin to be sure he’s not hurt.

No dark marks stain the skin, even though he said a beta choked him.

With a little pressure, I lay him down on the bench so I can run my hands all over his creamy body.

Yes, the hollow above his hip bone is where I want it. I stroke my lips over the skin. He carries my scent as well as Ohm’s here, as he should.

I peel back my lips, touching my teeth to the skin. “Ask for bite. Help.”

He throws one arm up over his face with a heavy moan. “And this is why you’re the pack alpha. Do you realize you’ll have both Red and me in here?” He splays his fingers across my breast, pushing me back a bit. “It’ll hurt and be confusing. Painful.”

“Yes.” I crane my head to kiss his fingertips. Pain I’m used to. I can handle pain, but I can’t handle not knowing. “Both Mine. Ri-ckon is mine.”

A sob slides through his parted lips and his hand flops down onto the bench. “Yes. Bite—”

I dive my teeth into his skin, as deep as I can get, reaching instinctively to trap his wrists as he flails in shock.

His scream rips through the apartment as my teeth punch down.

The familiar coppery taste of blood fills my mouth and I clamp my jaw as he writhes.

Footsteps thunder upstairs, but I ignore them.

Where is it? Where’s the flow in my chest? Should I bite his neck instead?

It starts as a faint tingle and I relax, sucking without letting go. Ri-ckon’s hips buck upward into my chest and his cock bulges and spurts against my chin. His screams fill my ears, but I don’t let go. I remember every second of biting my ohm, so I know this is how it must be.

A few moments of pain will seal us together for the rest of our lives.

As if I’ve slipped into his skin, I feel the inner alpha presence of White Mine.

It howls silently, struggling against my intrusion.

For a moment it feels like I’ve entered the arena, two shadowy forms facing off against each other.

But this is not one I want to destroy. I fold myself around the edges, tucking White Mine into the center.

He resists, trembling with uncertainty. I suck on the bite again and feel him gasp beneath me, his cock shuddering against my chin. The inner presence retracts, and I cover it completely like I’m wrapping it in a hug. White Mine submits.

The tiny glow in my chest explodes with borrowed emotion as the bond seals. His pleasure strikes me in full force, gripping my cock with invisible hands.

Something cold streaks my face as his hands fist under my grip. Water drips down my cheeks. He’s lost control of his body too, shaking and bucking as orgasm after orgasm grips him. I don’t let go.

I’ll never let go of my pack.