Page 125 of Curvy Dirty Omega

This was bad.

Why did I care where he was or when he came back? They’d gotten me through my heat and I finally felt normal again. They’d done their duty as alphas and now it was finally over. I couldn’t let them take responsibility for me any more than they already had.

Even now, I wanted all the things they’d promised me. I wanted it more than anything in the world, but that was just my omega instincts pushing me to find a way to take what I needed. If I wanted to continue living free from traditional expectations, I couldn’t give in. I had to prove I was unfit for the position of a legacy alpha’s omega.

Unfortunately though, I’d been wrong about Cas.

I’d tried to show him how stupid this was – that his precious Liam, the Valor pack…everything he cared about would be in danger because of me. Every choice up until now was one Cas had made to protect Liam, and for the first time in years, I’d seen Cassius Valentine break that pattern.

Why?

I might not have killed Cassius when given the chance, but I’d wanted to see his blood run until it overflowed the tub. I’d wanted to see what face he’d make if I slid that wicked sharp blade between his ribs...

Cas had been willing to die for me. That much was clear, and I had no fucking idea why. It was driving me insane. Why did they care so much? Why were they both so goddamn perfect?

I fucking hated it.

Finding out that I was the daughter of a serial killer should have been enough.

And I’d seen the unease in Cas’s eyes when I’d mentioned my father was an omega, not an alpha. Knowing that an omega could find the strength to kill alphas made him nervous. As it should. Omegas were supposed to create a space where the members of a pack could grow and thrive while the alpha protected it and kept it safe. The omega created peace for their alphas and whoever they decided to call family.

Cassius and Liam were just too stupid to see I was a threat to their peace. Sure, I didn’t kill him today. But what about tomorrow? What about a morning I woke up alone and couldn’t handle it? These two were executives in a Fortune 900 company. There was no way I could expect them to stay by my side all day every day like Frankie.

But…they’d dealt with the situation better than I could have ever anticipated.

Cas had proven how little he cared about his own life while drunk on my pheromones. And Liam trusted me with Cas’s life. Or at least, he’d been curious enough to find out if I really would kill him.

That didn’t reassure me at all. Liam was too much like me for his own good. He’d even given me a knife, like he wanted to prove to me I couldn’t kill them, but I knew I could, which was why I’d done what I had.

What I’d tried to do a hundred other times.

It had scared Liam. I hadn’t expected that, but I felt like I should have.

Liam had truly believed I would slit my own throat, and I was still a bit shaken by that. No one else had ever believed me, but he and Cas hadn’t hesitated. The second I’d put the knife to my throat, they’d moved in perfect harmony.

These two…they made me want to trust them with my life.

But, would they feel the same way when I wasn’t putting out the scent of an omega in heat?

What would happen with twenty-four hours to detox from each other’s pheromones? What about when I put my scent blockers on, or when I learned to control my pheromones just like Cas and Liam?

Would they be giving me all the same promises?

Knowing the things I would say to get what I wanted right now, I knew there was a very slim chance they would. It wasn’t their fault though, it was mine. My pheromones had made them just as fucking insane as me.

Once they detoxed from my scent, things would go back to normal and I could try again. I could show them that had been just the tip of the iceberg.

I’d been hiding who I really was for so many years, and I knew without a doubt that showing them why I’d been wearing a mask for so long would get them to back the fuck off.

Seriously, how could they presume to make such wild claims even under the influence of my pheromones? Enough to insist I’d never be alone again.

What a fucking joke.

But the way Liam’s garnet eyes gleamed down at me had been…addicting. And oddly familiar. It was a look I recognized – one I’d seen in the mirror a thousand times before.

His fervent declaration that he’d never let me go should have terrified me—set off every warning bell and instinct I possessed, but all it had done was settle some of the frothing insanity boiling under my skin.

There had to be something wrong with them – something I was missing. Had to be. There always was when it came to alphas.

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