Page 275 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

I pull up the camera on my phone.

The bedhead situation is catastrophic. There's a button from Whiskey's flannel imprinted on my cheek.

Oh well.

I snap the picture to remind Valek of what he could have if he were here, and fire it off.

IVY

You missed breakfast Val

He already read it.

Three dots appear, disappear, appear again.

VALEK

Just one black heart emoji.

Not even a sarcastic quip about Whiskey doubling as a better omega pillow than anything you could hope to find in a luxury store.

But he's being Valek, so I think he's okay.

I settle back against Whiskey and close my eyes, letting the tension in my chest unwind as he goes back to happily petting and further fucking up my hair. And I do the same for Wraith.

A petting chain.

Love it.

Until Wraith's head snaps up, his blue eyes locked on the front door with a deep growl.

I bolt upright so fast my elbow drives straight into Whiskey's stomach.

He folds like a lawn chair. "Huurk⁠—"

"Sorry, sorry! What's wrong? Wraith? What do you hear?"

"She's killed me," Whiskey wheezes to no one in particular. "Tell Plague I loved him."

Plague turns a page.

Wraith glares at Whiskey and holds up one finger. Listen.

The room goes dead quiet. I strain my ears.

Nothing.

"I don't hear anything," Whiskey whispers loudly.

Wraith's hand cuts through the air. Something. At the door.

Thane is already on his feet, glasses pushed up his nose, his body angled between the hallway and the rest of us. "Package, maybe? We've got a few deliveries scheduled, but nothing was supposed to come today."

Plague sets his book down with deliberate calm and rises from the couch, displacing my legs. "I'll be the one to check again," he says dryly.

I sigh, already pushing past Whiskey's arm. "You're all just as feral as me, I swear."

They loom around me as I pad to the door and open it.