Page 10 of Curvy Dirty Omega

“Would you two like some coffee or tea?” Liam asked, his gaze settling on the way Frankie’s arm was pressed into mine.

“We don’t have time for that,” the other alpha said; his voice was sharp even though it was quiet enough I had to strain to hear him. “We need to get this shit figured out as soon as possible.”

Liam didn’t look away from me or Frankie, but those glimmering garnet eyes suddenly hardened until they were nothing but the cold, emotionless eyes of the man I’d seen in all those photos.

“I apologize, my assistant can be a bit of an asshole,” Liam murmured, his gaze settling on mine. “Especially when someone’s framed me for murder.”

CHAPTER 4

Lucy

Well. Wasn’t that a fun way to start this conversation?

Frankie and I followed Liam into what appeared to be his office. The man who was the vice president’s executive assistant didn’t exactly stomp past me, but it was close.

Pressing my back into the wall, I took a minute to inspect the office of the vice president. Yeah, I was looking for clues and insights, but I was also using this opportunity to clear my head.

How fucking annoying that Frankie had been right about this. Legacy alphas were definitely a different breed. Even the smallest hint of these two and their pheromones, their voices…

It was starting to piss me off how much this was affecting me – like I was a brand-new omega who’s never seen an alpha before.

As if I weren’t recessive.

Was this how normal omegas felt around alphas? Did they hear a deep voice laced with dominance and lose their goddamn minds like I seemed to be doing? It was like our genetics had decided all alphas were supposed to sound dark and delicious, and for the first time in my life, I was finally hearing it.

Maybe if I’d had any experience at all dealing with this kind of reaction, it wouldn’t have been such a problem, but I was defective. My heats were so few and far between that I’d only had five of them since perfuming.

And I was starting to feel like maybe I was about to have another one.

“Hey.”

Frankie’s voice pulled me out of the spiral I was about to dive into headfirst and I gave her a grateful look. “I’m fine,” I reassured her.

She didn’t look convinced, but she did me the courtesy of nodding before holding out her hand. I sighed and unbuttoned my coat, hating that she could see the flush of my skin and just know.

Liam watched us closely even if he pretended not to.

Pulling my messenger bag over my head, I handed that to Frankie first and then slipped off my coat, feeling both male alphas’ attention fixate on the leather holster I wore over my long-sleeved crop top – not the axolotl drinking a carton of strawberry milk printed onto the front.

Must be something else for them to see an omega carrying.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning and took my messenger bag back from Frankie before heading over to the table the blue-eyed alpha had set a few bottles of water on. Liam moved to pull out my chair before Frankie could, and I sat down before either of them could get into some weird growling match.

“Thank you, Mr. Valor,” I murmured, giving Frankie a look to behave. We were technically guests here, and this was allowed. My partner settled my coat over the back of my chair as if she hadn’t been the least bit bothered by such a possessive act done by a stranger.

I pulled out my sketchbook and mechanical pencil when I realized just how fucking exhausting this meeting was going to be.

Three alphas who knew I was an omega? It was going to be a fucking nightmare if they didn’t put the job first.

“May we begin?” Frankie asked, taking the tablet I handed her.

“Of course.” Liam sat across from my partner instead of me, and his assistant sat beside him with his own tablet.

As far away from me as possible.

I appreciated the illusion of space, but this table wasn’t much larger than a normal dining room table. It was beautiful – a piece of art with the resin design that made it look like there was a fishpond with peonies floating in it between the two slabs of wood.

Sketching that first, I ignored the weight of the scary one’s attention. Thank fucking god there was an air filter in here to cleanse the air of pheromones or this interview would have been a thousand times worse than it already was.

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