Page 65 of The Feral Alpha
Rex played the clip again, trying to string more and more words together.
In the end, he managed to recite that line without pausing, and he was proud of himself for it.
Olson would be impressed, wouldn’t he?
Rex whispered it to himself just to make sure he’d remember it later, then moved on to the next line.
Emmy sidled back up to him. “How did it go?”
Rex recited the one line he’d learned.
Emmy’s grin lit up his face. “Yessss. Big O is gonna be so impressed.”
Rex’s heart skipped.
“Now for the bad words,” Emmy said, covering his baby’s ears. “Like ‘fuck’. You need to learn how to say ‘fuck’.”
Yeah, Rex had heard Olson say it a number of times. Olson had explained it, too.
“Fuck,” Rex said. It felt good to say it. Powerful.
“Good! Now, say ‘I will put my juicy alpha meat into your magic dick hole.”
Rex’s eyes grew wide. Olson would really, really love that. “I—I will...”
Emmy took Rex’s phone and recorded the line. “There. Practice it now. I want to hear you nail it like a cucumber.”
Rex listened to the recording over and over. “I will... I will put my... juicy alpha... meat... into your... your magic... dick hole.”
“Again!” Emmy did a happy dance.
Rex said it again, feeling more confident. Emmy grinned along with him.
“I’m thinking of selling my pickup lines at a shop,” Emmy whispered conspiratorially, producing more colorful squares. He handed some to Rex and gave him a marker; Rex knew the routine by this point.
He was getting better at drawing dicks, too.
“I’m gonna call my shop Emmy’s Match, and I’m gonna sell love popsicles with alpha jizz in them,” Emmy added, sticking his tongue out as he drew hairs on some balls. “So the omegas who’re looking for alphas can try some alpha popsicles, and if they like an alpha’s popsicle, I’ll sell the alpha a popsicle with the omega’s slick on it. Then maybe they’ll be a match and they can meet up! It’s a whole new way of finding your bouncy alpha.”
Rex wasn’t sure he liked how that worked. He wrinkled his nose; Emmy rolled his eyes, sighing exasperatedly.
“None of you appreciate my good ideas except for Aaren!” Emmy declared, grabbing his baby’s hands and twirling around with the baby carrier strapped to his chest.
More and more often, Rex had noticed Olson peeking at Emmy’s baby, a torn expression on his face. Had Rex’s seed not taken inside him?
Before he could hunt down Olson to ask him about Emmy’s son, the door to the Wine Shack opened.
Jag stepped in with a small omega by his side. The omega was thin, pale, his eyes darting around the Wine Shack before landing on Rex and Emmy.
“Oh, Niall!” Emmy sprang up, hurrying over. “Are you gonna write your about the big strong flagpoles today?”
Niall flushed bright red and peeked at Jag. “Yeah.” To Jag, he stammered, “I’ll b-be okay. Th-thank you.”
Jag nodded, giving him a fond smile. “Yell or call if you need anything.”
“Okay.” Niall hurried over to his booth. What Rex couldn’t stop noticing, though, were his hands. Niall had worn loose mittens, his arms wrapped tightly around a laptop. As Rex watched, Niall slipped into his booth and glanced awkwardly around, before biting into the mittens and pulling them off with his teeth.
Niall’s hands were... not normal. His fingers were shriveled and curled in on themselves, all of them bunched together like two giant claws. He struggled to open his laptop.