Page 86 of Curvy Dirty Omega

“Daphne?”

Today really wasn’t going my way, was it?

Arturo Lopez stood in the doorway with a predatory gleam in his red eyes. Of course another fucking legacy alpha would be at a place like this on a Saturday night, but out of all of them in the city, it had to be him?

His scent clung to everything he touched like an overpowering cologne. It was thick and cloying and instantly made me sick to my stomach. I damn near threw up on the spot but I managed to swallow it down and keep my sights on his forehead.

That familiar, predatory grin made the shaking in my body worse and I could barely breathe let alone focus, but I had to stick it out just a little bit longer. Liam was supposed to be on his way, but even if he wasn’t I’d shoot this asshole right here and now and deal with the consequences later.

“Sorry, it’s Lucy now, isn’t it?” He came inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaning against it with that massive body of his.

Arturo was nothing but a fancy thug, but he was still one of the strongest people I’d ever met. This was the fucking asshole who was chosen to take over the Lopez pack when Frankie’s eyes never turned red.

I hated him more than anyone else I’d ever met.

“Who would have guessed you’d finally act like an omega?” Arturo snickered, not the least bit bothered by the fact that my gun was pointed at him, not when I couldn’t even stand.

“Leave,” I gritted out, lifting the gun higher when his smile dropped and the only thing left on that annoyingly attractive face was hunger.

This alpha was here to rip me apart.

CHAPTER 30

Lucy

It was a different hunger than the one I’d seen on Liam’s face. This alpha was hungry for my pain and he wanted to force me into submission since he’d never once been able to before.

Not even his uncle could and Francisco was nearly as powerful as Liam.

“I almost couldn’t believe it was you,” Arturo admitted. He tilted his head to the side when he saw how badly my hand was shaking. “How did Lucy Parker get a table here at Bite? And on a Saturday too.”

I ground my teeth together, refusing to answer him.

“You’re going to have to make a choice soon, aren’t you, mamas? How much longer can you point that gun at me before your arm gives out?”

“For the last fucking time, I’m not your anything.” I went to squeeze the trigger, but his pheromones and aura came at me like a freight train and I doubled over in pain as I gagged.

“There’s the bitch I know and love,” he murmured, crouching down and pulling the gun from my lifeless fingers. “But I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of scenting you. Which reminds me, where’s the other defective one? Frankie can’t be far if you’re here.”

I glared at him, wishing I could move my own fucking body. He may have taken my gun, but I still had teeth and nails. All he had to do was get just a little bit closer.

“Always so quiet,” Arturo muttered. He pressed a finger under my chin and tipped my face up toward him. “Are you finally becoming a real omega, Daphne?”

The fact that he wasn’t losing his mind and attacking me was a good sign. At the very least, he wouldn’t rape me using the excuse that my pheromones made him do it, but that didn’t mean I was safe. This man thirsted for violence and blood.

My blood.

“Your neck is covered.” Arturo yanked down my turtleneck to expose my scent blockers and I grabbed his arm to push him away, but it was no use. I was in too much pain and my body was fighting itself so hard that I was weaker than a kitten.

“I’m curious…” He ripped off the first layer of adhesive off my neck and I hissed in pain.

Baring my teeth at him, I silently dared him to do it again.

“How long do you think it’ll take Frankie to come for you?” Arturo chuckled and reached for the second layer.

I took my chance and pushed his arm away, redirecting the gun as I sank my teeth into his other hand before he could take off the second layer – biting down hard enough that I felt bones crack.

Blood filled my mouth but I refused to let go. Not even when he cursed and shoved me down, pressing the barrel of my own gun against my temple.

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