Page 31 of Curvy Dirty Omega

It didn’t really matter which.

“I’m barely even trying,” I chastised. “Imagine what it would feel like if I was as reckless as you were.”

A third of the full force of my pheromones had them dropping to their knees and gagging, faces turning red.

God, this never got old.

Crouching down to watch them try to catch themselves before their faces slammed into the floor, on all fours as tears streamed down their cheeks – eyes going bloodshot when I focused my dominance on them and them alone…it was incredibly satisfying to see.

“Our society works because we have rules,” I reminded them, pulling out my phone to show them the letter from the chief of police. “We did just that so as not to interfere with your investigation, and yet you came down here and became a problem I couldn’t ignore.”

Tucking the phone away, I watched impassively as their foreheads finally hit the cold tile, fighting my dominant pheromones every step of the way.

“I’m going to have to report you for interfering with the time we were allotted.” I propped my chin on my fist and considered these so-called alphas. “But if you remember to keep your pheromones to yourself, I won’t have to tell them you tried and failed to command a civilian beta while wearing your badges.”

Before they passed out, I pulled back every drop of my dominant aura and stood.

They hadn’t just failed to command a beta though, they’d failed to command an omega.

I slid my gaze to Frankie, glad to see she didn’t seem to be too affected, but she looked like she’d just run a marathon, all sweaty and short of breath. Legacy alphas were something else, even the ones who didn’t possess the red eyes.

“If anything happened to her while you were being stubborn, that’s on you.” I turned on my heel and left, hoping Lucy hadn’t gotten into more trouble in the five minutes she’d been on her own.

An omega who didn’t react to alpha pheromones…

Would she react to mine?

It was impossible not to imagine what it would look like to watch her drop to her knees, panting with those grey eyes looking up at me, only the need to please in them—shit. I couldn’t afford to be thinking about her like that.

Lucy Parker was suspicious of me, and for good reason. Her little hunch was going to be a fucking problem, and here I was, worried what she might think of my pheromones.

But she’d probably shoot me before ever giving into them and for some reason, I found that incredibly…

Compelling.

Lucy was standing outside waiting, staring up at the cloudy sky as if she hoped lighting might come down and strike her.

“You smell like apples,” she murmured, eyes closing when the rain started up again, looking like tears as the droplets of water streamed down her face. “For some reason, I didn’t expect that.”

Before I could think of a response, she was heading toward the SUV like I didn’t even exist.

This fucking omega…

If she wasn’t careful, I’d tie her down and carve my fucking scent into her skin, but with my luck she’d lose her mind just like the other one.

Honestly, this was the last thing I needed right now.

But the lingering scent of black currants had me licking my lips, wondering what that might taste like on my tongue.

CHAPTER 11

Lucy

Pulling the sleeves of my black shirt over my hands, I pillowed my arms on top of the desk and rested my head on them as I watched the footage from the night of the murder. There were over six hundred cameras in this building, and all three monitors displayed six angles each. It played at 5x speed and something about the monotony made me feel sleepy, but my eyes wouldn’t close.

They just burned when I couldn’t even force myself to blink.

Something was wrong with me, but I couldn’t figure out what, so I’d kept it to myself.

---