Page 71 of Unhinged Alphas

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The heavy metal door clangs shut behind Wraith, Thane, and Plague, sealing me in with Whiskey and Valek. My stomach twists. I press my palms against the cold concrete wall, willing myself not to react. But my treacherous body betrays me. My heart races. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

Whiskey's at my side in an instant, his hand hovering near my shoulder but not quite touching. "Hey, you okay?"

I jerk away from him. "I'm fine."

He backs off, hands raised. "Alright, alright. Just checking." He glances at the door, then back at me. "They'll be back soon. No worries."

I growl low in my throat. "I don't care."

Whiskey's lips quirk up in a half-smile. "Sure you don't." He claps his hands together. "So, what should we do while we wait? I've got a deck of cards. We could play Go Fish."

Valek snorts from his perch on a nearby crate. "Go Fish? What are we, children?"

"Got a better idea?" Whiskey challenges.

Valek's eyes gleam with mischief. "Oh, I can think ofplentyof ways to pass the time." His gaze slides to me, then back to Whiskey with a wolfish grin. "I'm sureyouwouldn't mind a bit of fun with the two of us."

Whiskey's brow furrows. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks defensively, his eyes narrowing in clear suspicion.

Valek's grin widens. "Come now, Whiskey. We all see how you look at our dear doctor. Those longing glances, the way you hang on his every word..."

Whiskey's face flushes red. "Shut up, Valek. It's not like that."

"No?" Valek leans forward, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "Then why do you always volunteer to assist him in the medical bay? Hoping for a... thorough examination?"

"Fuck off," Whiskey growls, but there's no realheat behind it. "I help out because someone has to make sure Plague doesn't poison us all."

Valek's eyes glitter with malicious glee as he leans forward. "Oh, come now, Whiskey. No need to be shy. We're all friends here." His gaze flicks to me, a predatory smile curling his lips. "Well, most of us."

I bare my teeth at him, a low growl rumbling in my chest. He just laughs, the sound grating against my nerves like sandpaper. Normally, he doesn't piss me off like this, but after he was such an asshole to Wraith, it's going to take time for me to look at him without thinking about crunching his pierced cock between my teeth.

Whiskey shifts his weight, clearly nervous. "Look, can we just drop it? This isn't?—"

"Not a chance," Valek interrupts, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "I'm curious now. Whatisit about our dear doctor that gets you so... how do you say it? 'Hot and bothered'?"

Whiskey's face flushes an even deeper shade of crimson. "It's not like that," he insists, but his voice wavers. "I respect Plague, that's all. He's smart, he's skilled?—"

"He'sdangerous," Valek purrs. "Admit it, that's what really gets you going. The thrill of playingwith fire."

Whiskey's face is so red I half expect steam to start pouring from his ears. "For fuck's sake, Valek, drop it already!"

"Oh, but we're just getting to the good part," Valek purrs, his eyes glinting with malicious glee. "Tell me, when he checks your prostate, does he use his finger or his cock?"

"I swear to god, I'm gonna?—"

"What?" Valek taunts. "Run crying to Doctor Daddy? I'm sure he'd bemorethan happy to comfort you."

My head swivels back and forth between them like I'm watching some demented tennis match. What the hell is going on?

Valek's gaze suddenly snaps to me. "What about you, little omega? What's your take on all this?" he asks, amused.

I blink, caught off guard. "My take on what?"

He gestures at Whiskey with a lazy flick of his wrist. "On two of your alphas having a... shall we say, 'side arrangement'?"

I frown, genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"