Page 60 of The Feral Alpha

Olson sucked in a shuddering breath. “You should hold me tighter. Until I can’t think.”

Rex tightened his grasp, but not so much that he crushed his omega. Yet Olson’s heart still pattered against his palm, his breathing unsteady.

“Olllsonnnn,” Rex whispered.

He pressed his teeth into the scent gland at the crook of Olson’s neck, worrying it lightly so Olson felt the threat of Rex’s bite.

Olson sighed. Instead of pushing Rex away like before, he went limp in Rex’s arms. “Do what you want.”

What Rex wanted was to bring Olson into their bedroom and tangle up with him in bed.

Before he could attempt to show Olson that, the doorbell rang.

Olson sat bolt upright, his entire body going stiff. Rex hugged him. “Keep Olson safe.”

“Keep you safe.”

Olson nuzzled Rex, then pried off his arms to answer the door. Rex followed behind.

“Stay here,” Olson said, making Rex stand behind the door. “Let them come in first.”

Then he opened the door, and Rex watched Olson, ready to jump in if anyone made Olson more anxious than he already was.

“Mr. and Mrs. Worster,” Olson stammered, welcoming them in. “And Mr. Harding.”

Olson had been through this with Rex earlier. Mr. and Mrs. Worster were George’s parents. Mr. Harding was Rex’s dad, who had filed the police report when Rex had gone missing some years back.

“It’s been a while,” a man said kindly. “How have you been, Olson?”

“You saw my message, right?” Olson turned to someone who hugged him. From his place behind the door, Rex couldn’t tell it was. “About the reincarnation?”

“It’s not possible,” a woman said.

Olson sighed. “That’s what I thought, too. But you’ll see in a bit.” Then he turned. “Mr. Harding. I’m sorry. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.”

“No, this is plenty good. Rex is alive, and you have him here, right? That’s the best news I’ve heard in years. I’m just sorry about the bite he gave you when he was six. I tried to curb his obsession over the years, but on hindsight, he’d only kept it a secret until he grew older.”

“About that...” Olson sighed again. “It’ll make a lot more sense when I explain it, but it’s also going to sound crazy. I believe that Rex is a reincarnation of my alpha who passed away twenty-one years ago. For the lack of a better term, Mr. and Mrs. Worster were my to-be-in-laws.” Olson gave a small, sad laugh. “Anyway. Rex. Are you ready?”

Olson poked his head around the door. Rex nodded, so Olson shut the door, revealing Rex to the three people on the other side.

“Please don’t get heart attacks,” Olson said.

The two men gasped. The woman cursed. And all three of them stared at Rex.

One of the men stepped forward first. He was tall and broad-shouldered like an alpha, slightly older than Olson. He didn’t really look like Rex, but he felt... familiar. “Rex?”

Rex frowned, unsure what he was supposed to do.

“Like I said, he’s lost a lot of his memory,” Olson said. “And his humanity. Rex, this is your dad. Joseph Harding.”

Rex blinked. His dad carefully stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, and it felt... familiar, but also strange.

“Rex,” his dad said, his voice breaking. “I thought you were dead. I looked everywhere for you. Reported your case to so many authorities, but nothing showed up on the searches.”

He sounded so sad that Rex hugged him back, but there was nothing in his memory that told him what history he had with this man. He felt... sad. Like there was an emptiness where there should’ve been something.

“Sorry,” Rex said.