Page 75 of The Feral Alpha

Olson hesitated. “Let me think about it.”

He dragged Rex into the parking lot, pointing to his car.

Rex frowned. “Olson drive?”

“I’ll go slow. We’ll be okay.”

“Rex carry. Walk home.”

Olson winced. “It’s a long way home by foot. Let me drive. I promise I’ll get us home safe.”

Reluctantly, Rex helped Olson into the driver’s seat. Then he got into his own seat, and watched like a hawk as Olson started the car.

“It’ll be fine,” Olson said quietly. “I do this when I’m sick, too.”

Rex’s heart hurt. He should’ve been here to take care of his omega, but he didn’t have the words to tell Olson that.

As though Olson could read his mind, he cracked a smile, reaching over to squeeze Rex’s forearm. “You would have taken care of me. I know.”

Rex watched Olson the whole drive home, making sure he stayed awake.

It was only when they’d pulled into the apartment’s parking lot, that Rex relaxed. He hurried out of the car right after Olson turned it off, going to the driver’s side so he could open the door.

The back of his neck prickled. Like someone was watching him.

Rex froze, whipping around to check for danger.

“Rex?” Olson opened the door slightly.

“Stay,” Rex growled. He shut the door on Olson, catching a slight movement from the next building.

Rex ran toward the movement, careful to watch for other dangers he might’ve missed.

By the time he reached the alley, he saw a person wearing a hoodie on the far end, running away.

All of Rex’s instincts told him to hunt down the threat, to extinguish it.

But Olson was back in the car, unprotected, and it scared him more to know that someone else might prey on Olson while his back was turned.

He turned and sprinted back, his heart pounding until he found his omega safe in the car, Olson’s gray eyes wide and worried.

“Rex?” Olson asked. “What’s wrong?”

Rex scowled and shrugged, looking around them again. “Dunno.”

He scooped Olson out of the car, waited for Olson to lock it, before holding Olson extra close to his side, scanning their surroundings over and over as he brought Olson to his apartment.

When they’d gotten the front door locked, Rex moved a chair behind it, so it’d make a sound if someone tried to enter the apartment.

“Rex?” Olson frowned harder.

Rex checked their surroundings from every window. There didn’t seem to be anyone else lurking around, so he very slowly let his guard down.

“Safe,” he muttered. “Safe now.”

He could only hope things stayed this way.

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