Page 2 of The Feral Alpha

He filled his lungs with it.

“Hey!” The omega frowned and tugged on his hand—not in revulsion, though.

“I’ll come back to marry you,” Rex blurted. “Don’t die.”

Olson jerked in surprise.

“Rex,” Dad growled from across the restaurant, his footsteps drawing closer. Rex had no more time.

He sank his teeth into Olson’s wrist, breaking skin, biting so hard he knew he’d left his marking. Olson hissed and spasmed like he’d felt it in his entire body.

A large hand clapped down on Rex’s shoulder. Dad scowled, angry now. “Rex.”

But this was worth it. He was worth it.

“I gotta go,” Rex said, his heart pounding. “My name is Rex. I’ll come back.”

Dad apologized to Olson. Then he dragged Rex back to the car, and smacked him. “I didn’t raise you to bite complete strangers! Or anyone!”

“He’s my omega,” Rex growled back.

“He’s just a stranger we found on the way home!”

“No. I know him.” And all of Rex’s instincts said he was right. “He’s my omega.”

2

SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD

Rex had tracked Olson down. It had taken him a long time.

Olson Halstead lived in Meadowfall, and he was the owner of a bar called the Wine Shack.

In the pictures on Facebook, he looked the same as Rex remembered: blond with gray eyes, freckled, and still sad. Mostly, he showed up with his brother Varrick—Varrick was the one posting these photos and tagging Olson in them.

Sometimes there were pictures shared by other people, too. Olson was always with other omegas. Never an alpha.

Knowing that gave Rex hope.

His dad had just bought him a used car for his seventeenth birthday, and Rex had saved enough for gas to make it to Meadowfall. The moment Dad got home, Rex was going to tell him his plan, and set off.

He was going to meet Olson and claim him for real.

My omega.

Rex squirmed in anticipation. He’d been dreaming of Olson. Claiming him, having him. Olson was the missing puzzle piece to his life, and he’d waited eleven whole years.

Everything about this screamed This is right. This is the way things should be.

He pulled up his favorite picture of Olson, the one where Olson looked relaxed, his mouth curved in a tiny smile. Rex growled and leaned in.

He couldn’t get enough of that omega. He would prove to Olson that he was an alpha worthy of him.

Dad hadn’t been happy about his plan. He’d said Rex was too young to be driving cross-country thinking an omega he’d bitten would welcome him with open arms.

But he’d given Rex the go-ahead, given him warnings Not to push Olson, and told Rex to text him updates.

Rex pulled into a gas station late that night, glancing at the group of cars parked in one corner. He didn’t think cars usually congregated this late at a gas station, but he wasn’t going to be here long anyway. He just needed some gas, and then he was going to keep on driving.