Page 50 of The Feral Alpha

Olson grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

Linus took a while to answer. “Olson?”

“I fucked up,” Olson muttered. “I let him have my heat.”

Linus sucked in a slow breath. “Did you—”

“No condom, no BC. Fuck. I don’t have time for a baby. I can’t drag him into this, either. He hasn’t even assimilated into our world.”

“But he would at some point, right?” Linus sounded uncertain.

“Until then, I’d be the one responsible for both of them.” Olson blew out a breath. “Alongside the Wine Shack.”

“So... you’re going to terminate the pregnancy?”

Olson’s stomach clenched. Rex... reminded him so much of George. His scent, his eyes. His adoration. Despite not wanting a child when he was sixteen, Olson had always thought... maybe in the future. “I-I don’t know if I can.”

“If you carry it to term, I’ll see what I can do to help.”

Olson had his brother, Varrick, and his brother-in-law, Emmy. But they had a baby, and Olson didn’t want to burden them with a second one.

Then there were his dads. Whom he still hadn’t told about Rex, because, well.

Except this was even more of a fuck up now, and they’d probably be disappointed in him. But they’d still help with a child.

He buried his face in his pillow. “I would like a break from my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

Olson breathed for several long moments. He could do this. He’d managed so long without George. And Rex learned fast. “Rex might have people after him, too. The people who kidnapped him.” Olson smacked his head against the pillow. “Fuck.”

“Maybe someone can teach him self-defense?”

Olson winced. He’d have to call in some favors. Do some bartering.

But the first thing he had to do was shave off Rex’s beard, so he looked different from how his captors remembered him.

He still got a bad feeling about that.

“I have to go,” Olson mumbled, rubbing his face. “Too much crap to do.”

“Remember to take care of yourself, okay?” Linus said softly.

With the mess Olson had gotten himself and Rex into, he didn’t think he deserved to be treated nicely. “I’ll try,” he said, not meaning it.

“Good luck,” Linus said.

Olson ended the call. He set his phone on his nightstand and trudged out of the bedroom, peeking into the kitchen first. Rex wasn’t there.

Instead, he found Rex lurking in a corner of his living room, touching the things in Olson’s display case.

Olson almost told him to keep his hands off; some of the things in there were so fragile.

So important.

Rex turned around with George’s camera in his hands, and Olson’s heart missed a beat.

“Rex—” Put that down, Olson was about to say.