Page 54 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Just like it had in that courtroom.

Everything was changing again and I had no fucking control over it. I really hated not being in control of my own fucking life.

“This is all your fault.” My finger trembled when I pointed it accusingly at Liam, hating him more than I’d ever hated anyone for doing this to me. “If you’d worn your scent blockers properly?—”

“Then what, Lucy?” Liam gripped my wrist and yanked me closer. “Are you saying we never would have run into each other despite the fact that you go everywhere with a legacy alpha at your side?”

I tried to yank my arm out of his grip but he was just too fucking strong.

He pulled my hand closer to his mouth and I froze when he bit down on my finger with just enough pressure to leave a mark, but he was very careful not to break the skin.

What the fuck was this?

“Take off my scent blockers,” he suggested, in a tone that made it obvious he didn’t think I would. Those deep red eyes glittered dangerously at me and he didn’t once blink as he watched me absorb his words.

Shit. If Frankie had been able to scent my pheromones enough to choke on them, then Liam had to have been breathing them in this whole time. I had no idea why I couldn’t tell when they were out, or why I couldn’t contain them, but Liam had to be drowning in them just like Frankie had.

All the doors and windows were closed, and I didn’t hear the sound of an air filter either.

“Come on, Lucy. Take them off. Let’s see if my theory is right.” Liam grinned as he settled my hand on the side of his neck. “Help me solve a little mystery.”

CHAPTER 18

Lucy

Did I want to test his theory? Did I want to solve the mystery and find out why I was suddenly choking an alpha with my pheromones?

Somehow Liam made it easy to forget about the fact that I was wearing nothing but one of his shirts. In his house. The pain of being abandoned by the only alpha I’d ever trusted other than my mother felt far away when he looked at me like this, gently holding my hand to his neck.

There wasn’t even the slightest trace of his pheromones on the air, but the faint scent of citrus still clung to him and his eyes were full of all the deepest reds I’ve ever seen, plus a few more.

Liam really was beautiful – physically perfect in every way.

His personality though…it was abrasive and commanding. He didn’t give a shit about rules or propriety. Why should he when he was one of the strongest legacy alphas ever born? Or at least, that’s what they all said on the internet.

If I took off this adhesive, he could release those legacy pheromones and I’d see for myself what they could or couldn’t do. Who better than the only known omega in the world who’d never once felt compelled to submit to an alpha’s pheromones to see how strong they really were?

I was in a position to get a truly unique perspective, and normally, I’d jump at the chance to test something like this out, but I was already far too entranced by him even without his pheromones present. What would he do if they had me falling to my knees before him?

Would he laugh and call me pathetic?

“Do you think I’d make you do anything you don’t want to do?” Liam asked, his hand still over mine to hold it against his neck. “I’ll keep it platonic, and you can make your own choices, okay?”

Sure, that sounded great and all, but what if he was lying?

I hesitated, my gaze fixed on the shiny material that hid his true nature.

My nail slid under the adhesive and I watched as if it were someone else’s hand. What the fuck did I think I was doing? This was a terrible idea, but I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

Right then and there, I knew that even if he was lying and I ended up choking at his feet, I had to know. The curiosity and the need to understand was all-consuming.

Because there was a chance he was right about what I was.

Once the impossible has been eliminated, whatever remained, however improbable, had to be the truth.

I had to know why Frankie would give up so easily – why she would collapse in my presence. Was it really me? It was difficult to tell when I couldn’t sense a change in my own pheromones.

Was that normal?

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