Page 6 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Pierce grins, confirming at least one of them has a sense of humor. “Yeah, that might be a problem,” he says. “How about we just focus on getting you both upstairs and out of the cold?”

Now that he mentions it, the basement garage is chilly, probably because I’m only wearing an open jacket and nothing else. Thank God Rickon thought to bring it, because Zack tore my clothing off along the way.

I glance down. Zack’s walking on concrete with bare feet, stumbling a little, as he carries me. His eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep, and a faint tremor runs through his hands. We both need a good rest somewhere safe. I hope he can feel at ease in Callisto’s apartment.

A banging noise rings out behind us, and someone yells angrily, “Hey, why’s the garage locked up?” A man beyond the far end of the lot slams his hands impatiently against the closed mesh at the entrance.

Everyone jolts, but Zack most of all. He snarls and whirls around, his grip loosening enough for me to slide down his body. Our contact breaks. Oh, shit.

“Zack!” I shout as his desire to destroy the threat pushes up through my throat, so powerful it makes my head spin. I grab for my bristling alpha, but the zero-patience idiot outside bangs on the gate again, clearly not seeing the blue OCB agents swarming the underground area.

Zack vanishes, moving so fast my tired eyes can’t track him. For a split second, I stand on my own feet, then fall as my knees give way. Rickon gasps and catches me under the arms, balancing me awkwardly until Pierce leaps forward to help.

Across the garage, Zack throws himself at the metal grille, snarling like an angry tiger or an underworld demon. The metal dents. OCB agents swarm toward him, shouting in alarm.

“Shit. He’s gonna kill someone,” Rickon grates out, a quiver running through his arms. I can’t disagree because a dark, murderous urge lodges in my chest.

“Get me in the elevator,” I gasp, pressing my hand to my breast. There’s only one thing now that might get my mate’s attention.

With Rickon and the big OCB agent supporting my arms, I stumble into the mirrored box. Leaning on the handrail, I shoo both men away. “Get out, or he’ll hurt you.”

Rickon’s grip tightens on me, refusing to let go, and I don’t bother arguing with him. I protected him once already; I can do it again. He holds his finger on the button to keep the doors open.

“Zack!” I scream, the sound shredding my parched throat. “Zack, come!” Fear floods me as I think of what might happen if my alpha harms someone. If those agents reach him, something bad will happen, I know it. I might not be able to save Zack a second time.

My wild alpha spins and a tremor jolts his body.

As fast as he went, he runs toward me, dodging OCB agents left and right.

My heart hammers in my chest. Zack snarls as he skids to a halt in the doorway and scans the tiny box we stand in, but his hesitation only lasts a moment.

He dives inside, reaching for me. Rickon hits the button to close the doors, locking us in with my murderous alpha.

The elevator quivers, and Zack roars and lunges for Rickon.

Dredging up the last of my strength, I throw myself between them, arms wide. “Stop! He’s mine!” I yell, my voice cracking.

Zack pauses, wheezing from the run. He stiffens, and glances up and down as he registers the sliding sensation of the moving elevator. I use that distraction to cling to his chest, and he instantly tugs me close.

The alpha rumbles with fury, the vibration translating through our bare skin contact. “Mine,” he mutters darkly, heaving for breath.

“Yes, Zack. Mine.” I swivel as much as his tight grip allows and reach for Rickon. “And mine.”

Something like a spark runs through the bond, and Zack draws himself up taller. “Mine?”

A tear slips down my cheek, which goes to show how utterly exhausted I am, because I fucking hate crying. “Yes, Zack. This is Rickon. He’s mine.”

Rickon takes my hand, and I pull him closer, until I can rest his fingers on Zack’s chest beside mine. My bonded mate shivers at the touch. Slowly he cranes his head past me toward Rickon’s neck. I reach up to cover Zack’s mouth, just in case, but he only inhales deeply.

Fear chars Rickon’s vanilla scent, but it’s quickly replaced by a sweet and buttery blossoming of his alpha musk.

Zack’s hand shoots out, grabbing Rickon and squashing him into my side. Zack’s blue eyes fill with confusion as he looks down at the two of us, more than can fill his hands since he’s also carrying me. The murderous intent in the bond dies away.

“Thank you, Zack,” I whisper, stroking his jaw.

The wild alpha skims his hand up Rickon’s arm until his fingers rest on the smaller alpha’s dyed hair. He ruffles strands over his fingers, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“That’s white hair, Zack. Have you ever met anyone with white hair?”

Zack grunts and goes back to gripping Rickon’s arm, locking us tight together.

Something momentous just happened, but we have no time to enjoy it because the elevator dings and the doors slide open. Fresh batches of fear and anger burst through Zack’s malt barley scent as he snarls at the change.

I want to weep and collapse from the nervous strain, but we’re almost home, so I swallow down my emotion. A few more steps.

More OCB agents cordon off the ground floor lobby, and Zack growls in warning.

“We have to go out there,” Rickon murmurs. He slips around the quivering alpha and touches a hand to Zack’s back while also pressing the door button so they stay open.

Zack rocks one step forward.

“Try that again,” I whisper.

Rickon pushes and Zack takes another step, moving us through the doors. One hesitant step after another, Rickon pressures my new alpha across the lobby and into the other elevator. We both heave a sigh of relief as the doors close, locking us in again.

Exhaustion drags on me, and suddenly I jerk awake from a micro-nap. A door clicks shut, and I blink to see the familiar shapes of Callisto’s apartment. The lawyer and two OCB agents who’ll remain with us stand in the living area, waiting to see what we’ll do.

I peer around, meeting Rickon’s tired smile over Zack’s shoulder. The fact Zack’s turned his back to the pale alpha says everything I need to know. “I need sleep,” I mumble, unable to lift my head off Zack’s shoulder. “And so does he.”

Callisto steps forward, met by Zack’s instant warning rumble. “We’ve converted the library for Zack.”

Rickon pushes Zack a few more steps inside the apartment, and as he turns, the refurbished library comes into view. The books have all disappeared, and iron bars loom where the butchered door used to be. Like Rose’s house, but a bigger room.

“No,” I say tiredly, sweat trickling down my back.

Callisto frowns. “But, Red, that’s how the rehab program works. He’s too dangerous to roam around the house.”

“No more cages,” I snap. Fuck, haven’t we both been trapped for too long? I’m not going back, and neither is my mate.

Zack feeds on my irritation and spins, snarling at the other alphas.

I understand Rose needs cages because she has two ferals to deal with and Rose herself is a more fragile person. But my alpha was in prison a lot longer than her alphas, and he won’t be going back into any more confinement. Just like I won’t be using the nest upstairs.

Rickon bravely rests a hand on both of us, and his vanilla scent calms me immediately. Zack’s warning growl fades to a rumble. I’ll have to be more careful about my emotions, since Zack’s got a direct line to them.

“Red, you’ll be going back on set in nine days,” Rickon says. “He’ll have to stay here then, won’t he?”

I look up and meet Zack’s bloodshot blue eyes, circled with dark shadows and sagging with fatigue.

His lips turn up in a smile as he gazes down at me, changing his entire expression.

Damn, he’s so handsome. Wild, but handsome.

Most of all, he trusts me. Just like Serena said about horses learning to trust and wanting to please.

Well, that settles it. “I’ll train him to a leash.”