Page 6 of Curvy Dirty Omega

I had no idea why I would think that other than the fact that I was about to meet one of the most dominant alphas in the city of Acheron, maybe even the whole country.

My hand drifted up to my neck again, feeling reassured by the sensation of the scent blockers still in place.

Some of the sudden, inexplicable anxiety settled and I tucked my hand in my coat pocket as we waited for the elevator. Frankie released me to ask the receptionist who else was allowed to use this particular elevator, and I listened to the mechanism whirring as I considered the potential motives one might need to kill Gideon Valor.

There had been almost no bad press about him over the years, and for the most part, he’d kept to himself.

Despite his wealth and position, he hadn’t flaunted it. He’d take his wife out about once a month to some event or dinner that only the extremely wealthy were invited to – events that Frankie kept declining.

A click, and the whirring of the mechanism stopped. I watched as the elevator doors opened and then stepped inside to make sure they didn’t close before Frankie was done talking, wondering if the killer had used this elevator, or the stairs.

There was also the private exit, or maybe even the service elevator.

The toe of my shoe caught on the slightly uneven height of the floor into the elevator and I stumbled, reaching out to stop myself before I faceplanted.

My hand pressed against something warm and my mouth went dry when I realized it wasn’t a wall or a door, but a person.

I kept my eyes down, nervous for some reason.

The amount of people who could use this elevator was probably very small and I really hadn’t been paying attention…

He was warm, and for whatever reason, that was all I could think about. The chill in my hand was slowly disappearing the longer we stayed in contact. I should say something—anything. What the fuck was I even doing, standing here and staring at his chest?

Heat circled my biceps, and I looked up in surprise when the sensation didn’t make my skin crawl.

Jesus Christ, people looked like this in real life?

Glimmering garnet-colored eyes stared down at me with amusement and the color was breathtaking. It was impossible to look away from the warm red with flecks of ruby in them so dark they were nearly black – the eyes of a legacy alpha.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen eyes like that.

When he raised an eyebrow at me, I realized I was still holding onto him like an idiot.

Shit.

This elevator, those eyes…

The blond, legacy alpha with his intense gaze could only be one person.

Liam Valor – the newly minted heir of the wealthiest legacy pack in Acheron.

CHAPTER 3

Lucy

Liam was bigger than I’d expected, but I couldn’t say why I thought he would be anything like the average alpha.

His blond hair was usually slicked back and styled, but today it was loose. It fell in his face in a way that was almost romantic, getting in his eyes since he had to look down at me…like really far down.

Geez, he was tall.

Really tall.

I was only a few inches shorter than the average beta male, but this guy absolutely towered over me.

The sheer size of him would tell me he was an alpha if those gentle traces of his pheromones didn’t. They weren’t very musky, but they were sharp. Even my defective ass was responding to them.

Hopefully, he didn’t notice the way my body temperature was rising.

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