Page 12 of The Feral Alpha

Twice, he almost fell over.

Twice, Rex caught him, steadying him before Olson shook his hands off.

Olson grabbed one of the rags from the nest, wiping off the thick white fluid leaking out of him. He flung it at the alpha.

When he’d gotten his shoes back on and checked for his phone, Olson stormed out of the den without looking back.

The alpha followed him. “Olllsonnn.”

Olson whirled around, baring his teeth. “Stay away from me.”

“Mine.”

“No. I reject that bond. I’m not yours. I will never be yours.”

Rex froze then, moss-green eyes watching him from under that mess of hair. “Mine,” he said, but there was a pleading note to his voice now.

“Leave me alone.”

Olson kept walking. He didn’t know where he was, but what he needed right now was to get as far away from that man as he could.

He was supposed to be over George. He was supposed to let go of the past.

But biting right over George’s mark crossed the line so deeply that Olson couldn’t forgive him.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Linus. I need you to pick me up.”

5

REVELATIONS

“This might be the first time I’m glad you ignored me and bought the Jeep,” Olson grumbled as he climbed into the passenger seat. “It doesn’t suit you at all, but I refuse to take another damn step in this stupid forest.”

Linus winced. “How did you end up here, anyway? I thought you were working a shift.”

Linus was an omega professor in his late thirties, roughly the same age as Olson. He worked at Meadowfall College and wore glasses, and he was so darn cute, Olson wanted to fight off all the alphas and protect him from them.

“An alpha showed up at the Wine Shack,” Olson muttered. “He brought me here.”

Linus’ eyebrows shot up his forehead. Then he sniffed delicately at Olson, and his face turned red. “Oh, gods!”

Yeah, he could probably smell the musk that still clung to Olson. Unlike the woodsy scents of alphas, the grassy scents of betas, and the floral scents of omegas, the musk of sex was the same from person to person, and easily recognizable.

Olson sighed. “I won’t pretend it was glamorous. He’s almost entirely feral. It’s like fucking a cave-alpha in his den full of rags and animal bones.”

Linus threw the Jeep into drive and guided them slowly down the off-road vehicle trail. “And you regret it?”

Olson yanked down the collar of his shirt, showing him the dried blood.

Linus gasped and braked hard. “Olson—”

“Yeah, fuck. I didn’t regret it until he bit me there.”

Linus said nothing about trying to move on. Olson loved him for it. In fact, he didn’t say anything at all.

“He smelled like George,” Olson finally muttered. “He had the same damn eyes. I just—I was weak.”

Linus parked the Jeep, unbuckled his seatbelt, and clambered halfway across the center console, pulling Olson into a tight hug.