Page 5 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter four

Red

It’s been two days since I met Zack, and he still shows no sign of releasing me. I slept on his chest, showered in his arms, used the toilet with him clinging to me, and ate while hanging over his shoulder.

Callisto worked pure magic to get us released, transferring Zack’s wardship to a joint custody with the OCB, and paying bails for me and Lionel. After that, they backed the Wired Logistics truck right up to the front door and ushered me and my new mate into the back.

Since then, we’ve been driving for who knows how long and Zack still insists on burying his cock, and if possible, his knot inside me. I’ve no idea if he’s slept, because every time I wake, he’s looking at me and panting “Mine,” with half-shuttered eyes.

That one word melts my heart a little more each time. As does the knowledge that both Rickon and Callisto came for me when I was in trouble.

I’m so exhausted I couldn’t walk even if my life depended on it.

Frankly, I can’t even feel my legs because my pussy’s so swollen.

Everything’s gone numb, and I desperately want a bed with a real mattress.

And carbs. Hell, I could kill for grilled tomato sandwiches or Rickon’s cheese and spinach pasta bake right now.

Zack’s relatively compliant so long as he gets to carry me, which is good news.

While showering in the station’s staff bathroom and then loading into the back of Lionel’s truck, I used little tugs on his shoulders to get him to walk while the others kept their distance.

So long as no other alphas approach, he keeps his growling to a faint, simmering warning.

After endless hours of traveling clutched in Zack’s lap, the small windows in the truck finally show Laversham’s familiar skyline. “We’re almost home,” I whisper into my alpha’s neck.

He purrs and licks my bond mark. “Mine,” he rasps again, voice cracking. He’s as exhausted as I am.

I doze as shadows flicker over us while we navigate the city. The truck jerks to a stop, then bounces as people get out of the cab and I twitch alert as someone knocks on the metal.

Rickon calls out, “We’re coming in now, Red.”

My heartbeat races. We’ll have to navigate the parking lot, the foyer, and two elevators to reach the apartment. “Be good, all right?” I beg, stroking Zack’s neck with what little strength I have left. “They won’t hurt us; they just want to help us get inside.”

The back door swings open cautiously, and I wave weakly as Rickon peeks in. “We’re in the parking garage, Biscuit,” he says with a smile. “The OCB are here to help move him inside.”

“Okay,” I whisper, saving my strength.

Two agents in their dark blue uniforms hop up into the back. Zack tightens his grip on me and growls warningly, the hard cast on his arm digging into my hip.

“Let him carry me in,” I say, massaging my fingers into his bunching shoulder muscles.

One agent presses his lips together while the other answers. “We’ll try, ma’am, but if he gets violent, we need to move you out of harm’s way.”

“Then let me try to move him first,” I shoot back, my gut—and bond connection—telling me things won’t go well if I get forcefully pulled from this wild alpha’s arms. Zack’s already on high alert with two alphas closer than anyone’s been in days.

“Come, wild boy,” I croon, pushing up off the floor.

His arms trap me in an awkward half-risen position, but I tap on his back gently and he slowly rises.

I keep my arms linked around his neck and take a step back.

Instantly he follows, snarling at the other two men as he holds my waist. Fuck, he’s wild.

This feral alpha reminds me of the Red who takes over during my heats, all unrestrained animal energy. It’s shockingly beautiful.

I lift my aching hands to his cheeks, turning his face back to me. “Don’t look at them, Zack. Look at me.”

He drops his eyes to my lips, the truck’s shadows darkening his blue irises, the color a much brighter hue than the first day we met. I take another step back, tugging on his neck. His gaze darts up, tracking the threats in the narrow space.

Quickly, I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, silently begging him to behave. Maybe this desire of mine will translate through the bond to him as much as his silent aggression streams into me.

Zack’s breath huffs through his nose as he leans into my kiss, and I step away again, my jelly legs trembling with effort.

The rumbling alpha follows me step by step as I back up to the truck’s entrance.

The real challenge is navigating the four-foot drop to the ground.

I break the kiss long enough to look down.

The agents sealed the garage, all the entrances locked with mesh grilles.

The truck’s backed up as close to the elevator as a vehicle can get, and half a dozen more OCB agents line the pathway.

Makes me feel like we’re in the final hundred yards of a VIP marathon. My body sure feels like I’ve run one.

Rickon waits quietly, eyes on me, his calm demeanor willing me onward until we reach the edge. I sink down, tugging on Zack. He remains stiff, alternating between glaring at the agents inside and the ones out in the parking lot.

“Please hop out,” I whisper to the wary men. “He doesn’t want to expose his back to you.” How do I know? Because I feel the same way about small rooms. Plus, his boiling unease has a zip line straight to my heart now.

The agents exchange a concerned glance, then slide past us, and jump out. Zack tracks them, quivering with tension.

“It’s okay, alpha,” I murmur. “Time for us to get down too.” I slide my legs over the edge.

“You okay?” Rickon asks quietly as I hesitate.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Just not sure my legs will hold me if I drop.”

My beautiful alpha walks forward fearlessly, offering his hand. “I’ll catch you,” he says.

“We advise against getting so close, Mr Jones,” one agent warns grimly.

My chest thrums with warmth as Rickon ignores them, and Zack leans forward over my shoulder, for once not growling. Maybe the love in my heart translates through the bond too.

Rickon steps right up between my knees. Just in case, I wrap my arm around Zack’s neck in a kind of headlock, and then reach out to ruffle my alpha’s platinum hair. “Look, Zack. He’s mine.”

Zack stiffens. “Mine?”

I pat my chest. “Mine, and mine,” I say, moving my hand to cup Rickon’s face. A sob catches in my throat. This is the closest I’ve been to my first alpha since my heat, and I missed him.

“Hey, Biscuit. You’re gonna be okay,” Rickon croons. His buttery scent washes over me. “I’m here for you.”

Zack growls and sinks down on his haunches to wind an arm around my ribs.

“Nuh-uh. None of that.” I press my hand over his mouth but fumble a little, bumping his teeth. “He’s mine too.”

Confusion and interest spill through the bond in equal measure as Zack studies my slender alpha.

I slowly tilt forward, and Rickon rises on his toes to meet me for an ultra-sweet kiss.

He’s brave, I’ll give him that, because his head’s only a foot or two away from the crazed alpha clinging to my back.

Zack inhales deeply, sampling Rickon’s scent, and the chaotic emotion in our bond settles somewhat.

I stroke Rickon’s jaw, his vanilla scent also putting me at ease. “It’s a bit late to ask, but are you sure you want me back?”

Rickon softens. “Always, every time, forever. Where else am I gonna be but with you?”

Damn, he has a way with words. I tip my head toward my shoulder, smiling. “I have a little baggage, but this is the last big surprise, I promise.”

He grins. “I dunno, I’m kinda liking these surprises. Feels like Christmas every day with you.”

I chuckle. “Well, let’s see if we can get this particular gift inside.” I thrust my body forward, falling more than jumping.

Rickon catches me, and Zack scrambles to leap out of the truck, his feet thumping on the concrete. His arms come around me as he roars. I spin in his grip, pressing myself into his chest as the surrounding alphas all tense up.

“Shh, precious,” I say, tugging his head down so he looks at me. Rickon covers me with a jacket and then stays close at my back with one hand on my shoulder. When Zack looks at it and his lips peel back, I chide him again. “Nuh-uh. You’re going to have to get used to him.”

To distract Zack, I step sideways, tugging him with me. I want to walk him all the way into our apartment, but my aching legs give way. The wildling alpha catches me and hauls me up onto his chest, where I dangle weakly, all out of fucks to give.

“Come on,” Rickon says, pressing his hand against my back, gently shoving Zack along the path. Step by slow step, we make our way to the elevator.

As we turn, Lionel comes into view, waiting at a safe distance near the truck cab. I lift my hand in a wave, and mouth thank you. I wonder if he realizes he saved a man’s life, even if the truck driver didn’t know what we were doing at the prison.

Lionel dips his head in acknowledgment, a wry smile plucking at his mouth.

A big concrete pillar blocks him from view and Rickon murmurs, “Almost there.”

I glance over at the closed metal box and wonder if we’re going to make it through. A feral alpha loaded into an elevator? Sounds like the start of a horror story.

Callisto waits with two men near the doorway. “Hey, Red,” he murmurs.

Zack snarls again, and I stroke the back of his neck. “Shh. He’s a friend.”

Callisto tenses but then waves at the two agents in uniform beside him. “This is Agent Josef and Agent Pierce. They’ll be staying with us until I get my rehab license.”

I flop my head across Zack’s shoulder so I can see them better. Both alphas, and both powerfully built males. Josef’s a hand span taller, clean shaven, and serious, while Pierce smiles warmly under his blond mustache despite this dicey situation.

“Thanks for being here,” I murmur. “I’d offer you my hand to shake, but it’s currently attached to a psycho alpha.”