Page 90 of The Feral Alpha

“Only shoot if you’re sure about your aim. Otherwise, don’t. You might end up hitting him.”

Olson dropped slowly to his hands and knees, crawling along the sidewalk. The concrete dug into his trembling fingers.

Rex and the alphas were fighting now. Rex slammed his head into one alpha’s face; the other alpha punched him. Then fists flew; Rex snarled, and all Olson knew was that his alpha was getting hurt.

He edged along the sidewalk, getting closer and closer until he had an unobstructed view of all three of them.

When he couldn’t risk getting any closer, he lay down on the sidewalk, his locket clinking against the ground. The cool concrete scraped his bare chest and nipples.

To reduce the violent trembling in his body, he stretched his arms over the sidewalk for support, and took aim at the alpha further from Rex.

He only had one chance before they noticed him. He had to get it right.

Rex turned, then. He saw Olson, his eyes going wide.

Olson shook his head hurriedly.

But the alphas noticed Rex’s distraction and followed his line of sight.

They saw Olson at the same time Rex roared, slamming his head into the nearest alpha.

The other alpha pulled out his gun.

Olson had no time left.

He flicked off the safety, his pulse thundering as he took aim. There was a chance that his shot might go sideways, and hit Rex.

But the bigger risk was the asshole shooting point-blank at Rex, or taking multiple shots at Olson. Who couldn’t escape fast enough from where he lay on the ground.

His instincts screeching with anxiety, Olson made his choice, and fired.

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AN ENDING—NOT A DREAM (PART 3)

It happened on a quiet night, one of those nights with wispy, ghost-like clouds in the sky, the moon a huge silver coin between the buildings.

“When are you actually going to propose to me?” Olson asked. “You’ve been dragging your feet!”

George sucked in a snuffling breath, shock and humor on his face. He opened his mouth and paused. “Do you want the truth, or do you want to be surprised?”

“I want the truth!” Olson pouted. “We’re almost eighteen. I’m tired of waiting.”

“We’ve already exchanged bonding marks. You already have a ring!”

Olson rolled his eyes. “That you gave me when we were kids!”

“But it still holds. It’s still a promise.”

“Well, yeah.” Olson gave a grudging smile. “I just wanted a proper proposal like every other omega gets.”

“I know.” George hesitated as they walked through downtown Meadowfall, hand in hand. “Actually, we’re not going home right now.”

“We’re not?” Olson asked incredulously.

His alpha flashed a smile. “I’m taking you somewhere else.”

“Where?”