Page 37 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Even knowing that, all I could do was hide in Liam’s arms with my face pressed to the curve of his neck, holding onto him so tightly the bones in my fingers creaked with the strain.

“Lucy.”

Cassius sounded like the fucking god of war every time he spoke, terrifying me and…thrilling me with the danger of it.

“She told me my omega pheromones are so muted they barely even register. That it was impossible for anyone to scent them, and if they did it would be too light to attract an alpha.”

Jesus, why was I telling them this? But I couldn’t fucking stop.

“It’s why I’m so tall and sturdy – why I didn’t become some small, delicate creature,” I confessed, bracing myself for their sudden understanding. “That's why no one can tell what I am. I don’t even have enough omega pheromones to go into heat. My first heat cycle was when I was thirteen but I’ve only had five.”

“Five?” Liam asked, his grip on me just as tight as my own.

It was weirdly reassuring.

“What does that quack know?” Cas growled. “Your pheromones are way too fucking intense. I have no idea how we’re going to get you out of here without making every alpha in a five-mile radius lose their goddamn minds.”

“We’ll stay here until she calms down,” Liam countered. “All night if we have to.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then you’ll get some suppressants, and we’ll take her home after they kick in.” Liam sounded so fucking matter of fact about it, like none of this bothered him.

I had so many questions, but I was too tired to open my mouth and ask any of them. I’d done what they’d wanted and told them what that stupid bitch had said – what every doctor had told me since with varying degrees of empathy and kindness.

“We’re going to sit here like this until Frankie gets back,” Liam reassured me, his breath ruffling my hair. “Cas and I won’t let anything happen to you until then.”

I found that hard to believe when they seemed to be the only two alphas in the world who found my scent appealing.

“You’re lucky he’s a legacy alpha.” The sudden softness in Cassius’s voice surprised me, but not as much as his touch did. “Liam happens to have god-like control over his instincts. Even a scent like yours won’t make him take advantage of you.”

Gentle hands pulled my hair out of the bun. Cassius even slid his fingers through the strands to untangle my hair before taking my earrings off with such deftness I barely even noticed until the weight of them was gone.

“Are these magic-eight-balls?”

“All signs point to yes,” I whispered, smiling slightly when Cassius growled in irritation, but even that dangerous sound didn’t feel like a threat with Liam holding me like this.

I refused to think too much about why that would be when the pressure behind my eyes was finally easing. I could breathe, and my fever was a bit more bearable.

“Was it those alphas?” Cassius asked.

Liam stood, and I clung to him, suddenly nervous all over again. “What alphas?”

“Get it together, Liam. I was there with her the whole time.”

“What. Alphas.”

This time I couldn’t bite back the small whimper and Liam’s pheromones exploded outward, drenching anything and everything. They were so heavy it was like breathing through water.

“Two cops,” Cassius gritted out. “Tried to get her to leave the morgue by force.”

Was Liam’s scent affecting the other alpha?

I peeked at Cassius, surprised to see he seemed unbothered for the most part despite the density of Liam’s pheromones. He looked down at me with those bright blue eyes and his dark hair falling in his face. It made me feel like prey all over again.

“She didn’t react to their pheromones at all, even when the beta started choking so badly he had to leave. She seemed fine when we left, but it’s possible she had a latent reaction.”

“I trust you showed them what it might feel like to drown in an alpha’s pheromones?” Liam asked, suddenly moving again.

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