Page 72 of Unhinged Alphas

Valek's eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise. "Oh my, don't tell me you don't know?" He leans forward, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, when two alphas love each other very much?—"

"Shut the fuck up, Valek!" Whiskey snarls, taking a menacing stomp forward.

But Valek just laughs, clearly enjoying himself. "What's the matter, big boy? Afraid our little omega might get jealous?"

I shake my head, trying to make sense of what's happening. "I don't... alphas can't..." I trail off, unsure how to even finish that sentence.

"Let me guess… they told you alphas only mate with omegas? That it's all about breeding and continuing the bloodline?" Valek presses. "Alphas can anddofuck each other. And betas. Some even prefer it."

My jaw drops. "But... that's not possible. The pheromones…" I glance at Whiskey, but he's just staring blankly at Valek.

Valek's grin widens. "Oh, I assure you, I'm not. In fact, I'd be happy to give you a practical demonstration."

He leaps down from the crate, still stumbling a little from his well-deserved head injury, and swaggers over to Whiskey.

"What the fuck, bro?" Whiskey barks, backingup fast. His back hits the wall, his eyes wide in confusion.

"Come now, Whiskey," Valek purrs, pressing one hand against the wall next to the other alpha's head. "No need to be shy."

I blink rapidly, trying to process what I'm seeing as my mind reels. Everything I thought I knew about alphas and omegas is crumbling around me.

Whiskey swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Valek, come on. This isn't?—"

"Isn't what?" Valek purrs, leaning in closer until he's an inch from Whiskey's face, and I catch the barest hint of a shudder running through Whiskey's body. "Isn'tnatural?" He pulls back, fixing Whiskey with a predatory grin. "But it feels natural for you, does it not? To want both omegas and alphas?"

Whiskey's pupils are blown wide, and there's a flush creeping up his neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment. "I... Valek, I don't…"

"Yes?" Valek prompts, his fingers slipping under Whiskey's shirt to caress his bare skin. Whiskey's hips buck forward involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips as his stomach tenses at Valek's touch.

"Fuck," he breathes.

Valek chuckles, the sound dark and rich. "That's the idea."

My cheeks burn as I watch, unable to look away.

I don'twantto look away.

Heat pools in my belly as I watch Valek's hand sliding lower, toying with the waistband of Whiskey's pants and his tactical belt. The bigger alpha's breath comes in short, sharp pants, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly, but he isn't making any move to stop Valek.

"Valek," Whiskey gasps, his voice rough as Valek's knuckles brush against his gut. "We shouldn't—" But his hips buck forward, seeking more contact. A low groan escapes him and the sound sends a jolt of electricity through my body.

"Fuck," he breathes.

I bite my lip and Valek chuckles, the sound dark and rich. "See? This is what they don't teach you. Alphas aren't just mindless breeding machines. We're not slaves to our biology any more than you are." He steps back, releasing Whiskey, who lets out a frustrated groan. Valek just laughs. "But we do know how to put on a good show."

Just like that, the spell is broken. Whiskey blinks, looking dazed and more than a little pissed off. "What the fuck, man?"

Valek shrugs, utterly unrepentant. "Just giving our omega a little sex education."

Whiskey rakes a hand through his damp hair, his face still flushed. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

"So I've been told," Valek says cheerfully. "But I would be happy to provide a more...hands-ondemonstration for our omega, if you insist. Unless, of course, you want to put on your own show with Plague?"

I swallow hard, hoping it's not obvious I kind of want to see that.

Whiskey glares at Valek, his jaw clenched tight. "I didn't know you had a thing for other alphas," he spits out. "Or that you had a thing for guys."

Valek's lips curl into a wicked smile. "Oh, no. Not at all. But if our little omega likes it, and I do not have to touch you…" He flicks his knife out of the sheath at his hip with asniktsound and Whiskey jolts. But Valek just looks thoughtfully at the blade. "Although… perhaps a gun would be safer."