Page 4 of Curvy Dirty Omega

It wasn’t going to be easy.

Genesis may have assigned us the case, but we had to convince Valor that we were just as capable as our reputations had led them to believe, because the second someone laid eyes on us, they decided two women couldn’t possibly manage what Frank James and Lou Parker had over the last five years. Even if one of them was an alpha.

It went even further south if they picked up on the fact that I was an omega, not a beta.

The Valor pack alpha had called our agency herself though. She’d requested only the best, fastest, and most competent team to take point. They would pay for more bodies to do the grunt work if that’s what Frankie and I needed, but we had to make it through this initial meeting first and have them officially assign us to the case.

With something this high profile, it would make or break our careers.

If we could find Gideon Valor’s killer, I could publicly announce I was an omega. Maybe then the world would see omegas could do more than pushing papers.

“Did the commander give you any other info?” I matched my footsteps to Frankie’s as much as I could with our height difference. “I don’t know much about Valor other than what’s on the internet.”

“All he said was that we needed to convince them to give us, or at the very least our agency, this job.” Frankie stopped walking and pulled me to the side so we weren’t blocking the flow of traffic on the sidewalk. “This is going to be very public, and we’ll be working closely with a lot of unfamiliar alphas.”

“And that’s different from any other day, how?” Leaning into her, I took the opportunity to inspect our surroundings, mentally placing our location on a map before focusing on the rain again.

It was coming down hard enough the cars were driving slowly, their windshield wipers furiously trying to keep up with the downpour.

“These aren’t just any alphas,” Frankie reminded me, shifting her body so the cars wouldn’t splash me with water. “These are legacy alphas, Lucy. They’re a completely different breed.”

Yes, I was aware of that.

Raising an eyebrow up at the alpha before me, I tried to figure out what her real issue was. We both knew alphas didn’t bother me as long as they kept their hands to themselves, and I wasn’t afraid of them the way most omegas were.

It was rare an alpha even recognized what I was thanks to my size and the fact that my scent was damn near nonexistent, even without scent blockers.

“Are you worried they’ll ask for someone else because of my designation?”

Frankie grimaced and looked away. “Like I said, legacy alphas are a different breed. They’ll know what you are, and they’re usually very…traditional.”

We both knew that better than anyone considering Frankie was born into a legacy pack as well – not that many knew that since she didn’t go by her pack name anymore.

“We both know I’m more than capable of doing my job, even with omega pheromones,” I reminded her, trying not to get irritated. If I did, it would only make things worse considering how on edge she already was. “We’ve done this a thousand times before, and I trust you to keep me safe when it comes to other alphas.”

“Okay, well…if you’re sure, then I’m sure.” Frankie took a deep breath and nodded before pulling me toward the skyscraper with the name Valor stamped across the top. “Do you have any theories about who might have the ability to do something like this?”

I had a few, but they were nothing more than speculation based on the very limited information I had on the circumstances.

Gideon Valor had been a very dominant alpha and the president of Valor Enterprises. He’d been slated to take over as chairman of the board when his mother retired from the position next year. He’d also been married to a very pretty omega named Melinda Valor who had once been the most sought-after fashion model in the world.

They’d been married for nearly a decade, but had no children. Because of that his brother, Liam Valor, was still the next heir after Gideon.

There was gossip about the Valor pack just like all the other wealthy packs and celebrities – there were a thousand different theories about their personal lives and every single one of them was splashed all over the internet, gossip columns, blogs, and online newspapers.

They all loved to speculate about how unhappy Melinda was – how one, or both, of them must be cheating. There was even gossip that she was infertile, but no one had ever doubted Gideon since he was a legacy alpha.

Frankie didn’t push me for a response though. She knew me so well by this point that she didn’t need me to explain I was considering everything I’d ever read about the Valor pack, true or not. I also understood she didn’t expect me to answer, she just wanted my brain churning the moment we stepped into that building. It was one of the benefits of working with someone you knew better than you knew yourself.

She opened the door of the massive skyscraper for me and I went inside first, waiting for her to close the umbrella and shake it out as I watched a little army of robots trundle over the gorgeous tile to mop up all the rain water.

Fancy.

The lobby was massive, and yet the sounds were softened somehow despite the size and the number of people rushing to and from lunch. Each person had to have their badges checked against their faces by one of the security guards after the machine gave off a green blip.

Frankie linked her arm through mine again and led me toward the reception desk as I took in all the guards. Every single one of them was massive – an interesting mix of alphas and betas. Despite their size and presence, they were unobtrusive.

The reception desk was manned by an army of betas who looked quite capable of forcibly removing someone from the building if they needed to, despite not being quite as big as the security guards. Frankie gave one of them our names and the agency we worked for, filling out the paperwork for both of us to gain access to the building while I absorbed every little detail of our surroundings that I could.

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