Page 69 of The Feral Alpha

Rex showed him. “Send Olson text,” he said.

Green bubbles showed up on the screen, some from Rex’s side, and some from Olson’s side. They were all full of words that Rex couldn’t read.

“Ready for text,” the phone said.

“Mate Olson,” Rex told it. “Olson good omega. Send text.”

“Sending text,” the phone said.

A new green bubble popped up on Rex’s side of the screen. Olson had shown Rex how these worked—he’d get the same message in a bubble on his own phone almost immediately. It was amazing.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jag said, looking satisfied. “I’m glad you know how to use your phone.”

The phone buzzed. “Text received from Olson,” it said.

Rex’s heart skipped. “Read text.”

“Rex,” the phone read. “I hope you’re not writing texts about mating me in front of everyone.”

That just made Rex grin. Storm snickered, and Jag and Fury both laughed.

“Send Olson text,” Rex said, enjoying this too much.

“Ready for text.”

“Mate Olson,” Rex told it. “Deep. Hard. Hard. Hard.”

Olson really, really liked those words.

“Send text,” Rex said, arousal stirring between his legs

“All right. That’s enough,” Jag said dryly. “We’re not listening in on your sex talk. I’m not sure Olson wants us to, either. Now, I’m going to show you what a group chat is.”

He pushed some buttons on his own phone and tapped on Rex’s phone. “I’ve added you to our chat. What this means is that you’ll see all the messages Hades, Storm, Fury and I send to each other, and you can send us messages as well.”

Rex nodded. Then he remembered that asshole back at the bar, who’d laughed at Rex for trying to write his name.

In front of all these capable alphas, Rex probably seemed little better than an animal. Did they really want him around? He winced. “No speak good.”

“It’s fine. You’re getting better with talking, and even if you don’t, you’re still welcome to hang around with us,” Jag said.

“Yeah,” Storm added with an easy grin. “You can be my accomplice in doing weird things.”

Jag narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”

Storm held up his hands placatingly. “Just a suggestion.”

Fury caught Rex’s eye. “You haven’t gone to prison, but it looks like you’ve been somewhere similar. You care a lot for your omega. I think we’ll get along fine.”

Rex rubbed his chest. “Olllsonnnnn.”

Fury laughed. “Yeah. He’s just as crazy as you, Storm.”

Jag sent a text, and Rex’s phone buzzed.

“Text received from Danger Alphas,” the phone said.

“Read text,” Rex said, curious.