Page 7 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter five

Zack

The female in my arms goes limp, her eyes sliding shut as her arm droops across mine. I clutch her tighter to my chest as I scan for danger. Four alphas wait in this unfamiliar territory, watching me. Am I supposed to fight them? Make them leave this space? That would be nice.

I don’t know what’s required of me, except for the one burning need: protect Mine.

Something thumps furiously inside my body, the pounding familiar but much stronger since the moment I turned around and saw Mine inside that shiny box. I nearly lost her. Nearly made a mistake by facing the noisy challenger instead of staying close.

The males in here don’t seem like they plan to fight me, but they could be faking to get my guard down.

I shift so I can look at the one with white on his head.

He also has red streaks above his eyes, like shed blood.

I wouldn’t have picked him for a fighter, but looks can be deceiving.

My female also called this one Mine. But how can this stranger be Mine too? The space behind my eyes aches.

The white-headed stranger lifts his hand, and I snatch Mine away so he can’t take her, but he touches my shoulder instead. My lips peel back by instinct, but he’s not really a threat. Once I sniffed him, I realized Mine smells like him.

I lift my nose once more, trying to make sense of things.

This strange, spongy territory smells like Mine, and this White Mine, and the tall alpha at the far end of the room.

That means they live here, and the other two are strangers.

I square up and snarl at them, but they don’t step in to answer the challenge.

“Zack,” White Mine calls softly, his grip flexing lightly against my skin. “We need to take her to bed. Up there.” He points toward a strange bit of wood and metal that rises from the floor to the roof. White Mine slides past me and steps up on the dark brown boards. “Come on.”

Seems like he wants me to follow him. I take a step but then hesitate, swinging back to look at the three men in the room.

White Mine makes a noise, and they move away, confirming they’re afraid of him because they obeyed without him even snarling.

It gives me confidence, because I’m certain Mine would only choose strong males to be around her.

The death alpha back in my original territory didn’t snarl either, but he could snap a neck easier than breathing.

I survey the White Mine with interest as he climbs the wood platforms, exposing his back.

He’s not afraid of me. A sudden desire to creep up on him and find out exactly how dangerous he is shivers through me, but as I step up onto the first platform, Mine’s legs catch on part of the wood, reminding me it’s not just myself I have to look after. Another time, perhaps.

Painful tremors grip my legs and abdomen, like I’ve returned from a difficult fight, and my arms ache. I clutch the unconscious female tighter so I don’t drop her.

I follow Mine’s scent as much as the white alpha, tracking through a darker corridor before turning into a pale-colored cell without bars. Daylight streams through a covered panel in the far wall, revealing the blue sky of the Outside Place. A delighted noise slips through my throat.

White Mine pats a soft, wide lump in the middle of the room. “Bed.”

I stand transfixed, confused by this strange space. It’s small, thanks to all the different-colored lumps in the room, but it smells like the female in my arms and feels very different from all the cages I’ve lived in.

Is this a space I can enter?

White Mine waves, using the same motion he gave when he wanted me to follow him up the wooden steps. Then, he drops down onto the lump. I growl, but instead of devouring him, it only bends a little. It reminds me of that soft surface Mine lay on when we first joined our bodies together.

The alpha pats the lump again.

I walk forward slowly. This is where he wants Mine, because it smells most like her. But do I dare release her? If I lie down myself, I’ll be too vulnerable.

White Mine shifts, sitting with his back to the wall. More sounds pour from his mouth, and then, to my astonishment, he slides right off the lump to sit on the floor in a submissive position.

Is he really so fearless he doesn’t care if he’s ended? His gaze slides down to the female, and the thump-thump in my chest silences for a moment. This strange alpha doesn’t care about being vulnerable because all he focuses on is Mine. To the point of risking me ending him.

A rumble crawls through my throat, and I slowly ease down onto the lump, keeping Mine across my lap and setting my back to the wall.

It’s not a bad position because from here I can see the door and the panel to Outside, and I can even free my hands to strangle anyone who approaches.

The padded block behind my back cushions me from the hard wall.

“Bed,” White Mine says again, running his hand along the wide lump.

Sounds have complex meaning. Another thing that differs between me and other beings. “Mine,” I reply, rolling the sound on my tongue.

He bares his teeth slightly and nods. “Yes. Your omega, and mine.”

Oh. So he’s also claimed Mine? I’d kill him on the spot, except that Mine hugged him and pressed her body to him. She even smells like him. Something tells me I shouldn’t do anything that might upset her. Plus, now I’ve stopped moving, my body doesn’t seem to want to obey me.

I snort softly. Killing can wait.

White Mine moves slowly, and I track him as he leaves the room and comes back with a piece of cloth. He keeps his hands where I can see them as he approaches and sits down on the lump, close enough to touch my knees. Gently he strokes Mine with his cloth.

“You need to take care of your omega after you have sex. Otherwise, she gets sticky and uncomfortable.”

I track his pale hands as they work up her golden skin to the place where I went inside her. I growl softly, but he ignores me, continuing to work. “Red likes a lot of sex, but always remember she needs us to take care of her.”

The jumble of sounds means something, and I want to know what. Maybe if I know how to make sounds like that, Mine will never leave me.

“Mine,” I confirm.

He nods and passes me the cloth. “Okay. You do it.”

When I sit motionless, he touches the back of my hand, forcing the wet cloth down onto her leg. I snarl a warning, and he slows but doesn’t snatch his hand away.

“You have to learn to take care of Mine. She needs you too.”

His scent fills my nostrils. It smells like something I ate right before I met Mine, a spongy block as pale as he is that had a white coating, like his hair, and a sweet taste that tingled in my mouth. Would he also taste like that? The scent distracts me.

When I look down, he’s moving my hand along Mine’s body. Cleaning. Like the others did when I came back from a challenge, but more gently. I watch, fascinated, as the cloth leaves a damp streak across her limp body. Taking care of her.

For the first time in a long time, I relax, slumping over my female. The light in the room fades into darkness.

I jolt alert, a desperate whine running through my head as I realize I fell asleep. What if someone attacked Mine while I slept?

My shoulders slam against a padded surface as my eyes snap open. Mine lies beside me, her back nestled along my leg, warm and breathing. Beside her lies the White Mine, illuminated by a golden light beside the big lump. Bed, he called this thing under us.

He murmurs something, and the desperate pounding in my heart eases at his soothing tone. A foreign scent hits me, and I turn to find one of the other alphas leaning on a wall outside the cell. Unmoving but watching us.

My lips peel back in a snarl.

“You’re okay,” White Mine says, touching my hand. “It’s safe.”

My growl simmers, but I don’t leap up. I’ll stay alert to make sure I protect my female. Right now, though, it’s hard to think with the irritation running down my arm where it’s trapped inside the hard casing. I lift the edge to my teeth and gnaw on it, spitting out the bits that crumble off.

White Mine babbles more noises, then reaches behind him, and grabs a long, thin rod. He holds it out and I sniff, but there’s none of the bitter scent from the biting sticks the non-alphas used back in the old territory.

“Like this,” White Mine says, inserting the thin stick inside the rigid case which rubs ferociously against my arm.

The rod’s tip scratches all the way down inside the spots I can never reach, and I wriggle my arm to chase the pleasant sensation until my skin tingles all over.

My mouth goes slack and something wet trickles down my jaw, but I don’t care.

It feels wonderful after being unbearably itchy for so long.

“Better?”

I peer over at the alpha who knows how to hold and use things in his hands.

He’s clever; of course my mate chose well.

My gaze drops to rest on her sleeping form.

Her gently rising curves, the colorful hair, and her softly parted lips; everything about her fascinates my senses.

I want to spend every moment staring at this wonder who appeared in my life.

White Mine puts the rod away and then runs his hands through her hair, which glows the color of blood under the orange light behind him.

“Beautiful, isn’t she? I’m not surprised you refused to let her go.

” He traces along her side, then looks up at me.

“She’s your omega .” That last sound comes out in a different tone, like it’s important.

A thrill runs through my chest. I stare at his mouth, wanting to hear it again, and as if he understands, he repeats, “Omega.”

“Ohm,” I whisper.

His lips curve back in a snarl that reveals all his teeth, and I immediately stiffen and snarl back.

“Shit, okay, no smiling.” He holds his hands out in a gesture I think means he doesn’t want to fight. His scent fills the air again. Normally I’d take that as a challenge, but with him I can’t stop thinking about the palm-sized piece of spongy food I ate.

He freezes as I lean across Mine’s body.

“Mine?” I murmur, questing for the source of the sweet scent.

The closer I get, the stronger the aroma.

Before I realize it, my nose touches his skin.

My tongue darts out, collecting traces of salty sweat.

I dig my nose deeper against his neck, searching for the source.

How is he Mine as well as the female? Pain throbs between my ears and down my neck.

Mine stirs beneath me, her soft murmurs making my muscles lock up. Her eyelids flutter, and then her mouth opens to reveal her teeth in a silent snarl. But the fizz in my chest tells me she’s happy. So happy it startles the breath from my throat.

Gingerly, I press my fingertip to her teeth. That’s not a snarl. It’s something else.

I glance up at White Mine. Was he not warning me?

Slowly I reach out, pushing my thumb between his lips to touch his teeth, tensed to pull back the instant he shows signs of attacking.

He opens his mouth, baring his jaw to me.

I could rip it loose from his face if I dug my fingers inside like this and pulled hard enough. He doesn’t move.

Submitting? Or so fearless this doesn’t bother him? I can’t tell.

A hot, heavy pulse runs from my hand through my body and down to the part of me that swells ever since I found Mine. I shiver.

I rock forward, still running my thumb across his teeth. He could snap them shut and take my finger, but he kneels there, as motionless as the walls.

“Rickon?” Mine breathes out, pulling herself up against the padded block.

His mouth moves and I snatch my hand out in case he intends to bite. “I’m fine. He’s just learning.” His green eyes lock on me, intense but unthreatening, as he picks up my hand and rests it against his teeth. Inviting me to try again.

A soft sensation flutters in my belly as I press inside, feeling the hard surfaces and, deeper within, the soft, wet chewing muscle.

He whimpers faintly and it vibrates through my fingers, the sounds sending heat bursting through my body.

Mine makes those noises when we’re joined together.

The organ between my legs thickens with interest.

I look from Mine to White Mine, puzzled at my body’s reactions. “Mine?” I ask.

White Mine pulls back enough to make sounds through his lips, and then touches my arm. “Alpha.” He moves his hand to Mine. “Omega.” I track his hand as he touches his own chest. “Alpha.” Then he puts all three of our hands together. “Pack.”

That’s a sound I know, but it doesn’t seem to suit this situation.

I glance around. I had a pack. We fought together against a common enemy, before we got separated.

Does White Mine plan to fight with me against challengers?

I’m sure there are many who want this beautiful female.

I spin toward the doorway where the other alpha lurks silently, but White Mine touches my face, turning me back until our eyes meet.

Not fighting. Something else, then.

Mine strokes the pale alpha’s jaw, a hazy look in her eye I don’t understand, but the fiery feeling in my chest expands, like I won’t be able to contain it for long. “Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you, Rickon?” she murmurs. “You’re amazing with him.”

White mine snarls silently at her, but quickly smooths it away as he glances at me. Not a snarl.

“Mine,” I whisper, contorting to reach my female’s mouth. She’s got that same curve on her lips as I press my mouth to hers and taste her breath. “Ohm.”

She cries out loudly, her hands coming around me to hug me tight, and that hot sensation inside my chest explodes. “Yes, om, omega. Well done!”

If her mouth does this but she’s happy . . . I straighten and look at the pale alpha. “Mine.” I lean forward and press my mouth to his.