Page 158 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

But he doesn't tell Valek to stop.

And he doesn't translate for me.

The squeeze in my chest comes back.

Fuck this.

I pull up Google Translate on my phone, thumb flying. Hit the little microphone icon. Hold the phone out toward the coffee table without bothering to hide it because they're sure as shit not hiding anything.

Valek's silver eyes flick to my phone. Then back to Plague. He doesn't stop talking. If anything, his mouth curves a little more.

Plague says something clipped back to Valek, and I stare at my screen waiting for the magic to happen.

The words appear one by one.

"Don't tease him. He's sensitive."

I squint at it.

That can't be right.

I'm a lot of shit, but I ain't sensitive.

Scam fucking app.

"Nice, university. Very nice."

"What the fuck," I mutter.

"Problem?" Valek asks me in English.

Plague makes a sound that might be a laugh if it weren't being aggressively suppressed. He covers it with a sip of water. His ears are so red now they're almost glowing.

Valek asks Plague something my phone doesn't catch at all and Plague replies without looking up from his food.

I stare at my phone, which now says "I studied at the sandwich," and I want to throw it into the ocean.

I look across the room at Wraith, who's still cuddling with Ivy, the lucky bastard, while she munches a spring roll. She hasn't eaten anything else, and neither has he. His blue eyes flick between Valek and Plague like he's following the conversation without any trouble at all.

"You understand what they're saying?" I ask him.

Wraith's eyes flick to me and he nods.

I throw my head back against the couch cushion and let out a groan that comes from somewhere around my kidneys. Long, loud, and straight to the gods.

Ivy giggles.

Okay. I feel a little better now. Amazing how everything our omega does is fuckin' medicinal, even for a bad mood. No wonder Wraith's practically in a meditative state.

Valek says something else to Plague, and I watch Plague's reaction like a hawk because it's the only way I can parse what's being communicated.

Plague's pale eyes narrow. Then his chin lifts and he fires back something that makes Valek's silver eyes widen a fraction before that wolfish grin slides into place.

"Хорошо," Valek murmurs, inclining his head. Tone-wise, it kind of sounds like the equivalent of "touché."

Plague turns back to his curry without acknowledging the concession, but the red in his ears has spread to the back of his neck.

The fuck are they doing?