Page 76 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Lucy

The sky was cloudy as we drove back to the city – no trace of the sunshine and warmth left. Each moment the sky grew darker, so did Liam’s mood. He probably overheard my conversation with his sister-in-law, but I couldn’t think of anything in particular that would have upset him.

Melinda Valor was annoying and predictable. She’d also called me a bitch to my face, which I’d expected, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t pissed me the fuck off. Where did she get off acting so clingy toward Liam anyway, and then turn around five seconds later to accuse me of being some kind of gold digger?

I sighed, hating how many conflicting emotions were churning inside me. I blamed Liam for all of them too. This useless anger toward Melinda wouldn’t be as hard to let go of if she hadn’t stirred up these weird feelings of possession and jealousy.

From the moment we’d collided, there was this draw to Liam I couldn’t deny no matter how hard I tried. Ignoring it wasn’t working anymore, not after the way he’d stood up for me.

Every little touch and look from him had every nerve I possessed thrumming with pleasure just from the attention he was giving me. The prospect of getting any closer to him worried me.

How was I going to manage this feeling that just kept growing? It was starting to feel a lot like…obsession.

Desperation.

Need.

Then there was the added complication of Liam’s best friend and assistant – Cassius.

Was Liam seducing me because he actually wanted me, or was it all just for show? And what did any of this have to do with Cassius? Clearly, they were together, but the nature of their relationship seemed to be more complicated than I’d assumed.

If I gave in to the omega instincts that were screaming at me to take anything and everything I could get from these legacy alphas, would Liam toss me aside after he got what he wanted?

Did he want me for him or for Cassius? Or were they planning to share?

…did I want Cassius?

I glanced over at Liam, feeling a flash of something in my chest when I saw how tight the muscle in his jaw was, like he was clenching his teeth hard enough to shatter them.

He was clearly angry, but I didn’t know why. Asking him didn’t seem like a good idea either and I was pretty sure I wasn’t ready to hear whatever his answer was.

Biting back another sigh, I propped my chin on my fist and watched the city whiz by.

Regardless of his answer, one thing was for certain. This legacy alpha beside me was bringing out the omega in me in ways I’d never experienced before – in ways I’d never wanted to experience.

Despite that, I couldn’t help but think…he might just be one of the only alphas worth acting like an omega for.

All he wanted was for me to stay by his side and I could do whatever I wanted, or so he said.

That could have easily been an act Liam put on for Melinda to sell the whole ‘girlfriend’ aspect of this relationship, but even if he was just putting on an act, hearing him say that had done something to me and I didn’t think it could be reversed.

I wanted him, and pretending I didn’t was going to be impossible if he kept acting like this no matter how complicated the nature of our relationship was. Liam Valor was a client, and I was the private detective who was hired to find his brother’s murderer.

This fucking case was ruining my life in more ways than one.

Seeing that painting in Melinda’s house had stirred up vivid memories I’d pretended didn’t exist for the last fifteen years. The chances I’d see even a copy of it were slim to none, let alone the original.

Most days I pretended as if I’d been born into this world fully formed like nature itself had given birth to me, because if I let myself think about my father or mother for even a second, I would start spiraling all over again.

Nothing about what had happened during those three years before Frankie had adopted me made sense, and if I thought about the why too much, I’d lose my fucking mind all over again.

On top of that, I was reacting like a fully functioning omega for the first time ever, and I still couldn’t figure out if it was just because of Liam, or if it was Cassius too. This physical change might not be so bad if it wasn’t also causing me to lose Frankie.

My partner had always been more functional, and always presented as normal far better than I, but that wasn’t the reality of the situation and if I didn’t figure out what the fuck was going on with my body, I could make her even worse.

Frankie was slipping through my fingers and it felt like the harder I tried to hold on, the more tenuous our connection got.

Her updates over text made it clear she wasn’t ready to talk about any of it and pushing her at this point would only make things worse. Sharing our findings in our secured files would get us through the leg work of this case at least.

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