Page 88 of Curvy Dirty Omega

They hit me with the force of a fucking truck moving at full speed and that emptiness inside was suddenly a million times worse. I nearly bit my tongue off to keep from groaning at the delicious taste of his violence.

Violence for me.

Arturo was the one who collapsed this time, clutching his throat like a fish out of water. His good eye went wide with shock and horror when he finally realized who he was dealing with.

For someone who was killing a person with just his pheromones, Liam looked surprisingly calm and collected as he stood there and watched with his hands still in his pockets like he couldn’t be bothered to dirty them with Arturo’s sweat and scent.

Liam Valor was a legacy among legacies and he stood over us like a wrathful god, punishing one of the ants who dared try to take something of his. His white-blond hair gleamed like gold under the bright lights, but his eyes were so cold despite the way they glittered down at the mess of an alpha at his feet.

This must have been what Cassius had done to those two cops at the morgue.

Arturo wasn’t just submitting though, he was actively dying.

“Stop,” I managed, reaching out for Liam as if that would actually make a difference. “Don’t kill him.”

It would only make my job harder if he did, and I really didn’t want to be here anymore, especially not with the way he was making me feel like I was going to truly lose my mind if I had to drown in him like this for a second longer.

Liam turned to me, but the weight of his murderous intent didn’t ease. “Lucy, he thinks he can touch you.”

I almost smiled.

Almost.

“If he dies…” I settled the gun on my stomach and tried to catch my breath – forcing my eyes to stay on Liam’s face instead of wandering. “Whoever’s framing you will benefit.”

He tsked and looked back down at Arturo like he was nothing more than a pest who needed to be eliminated.

Liam Valor actually tsked.

“Lucy doesn’t believe I’ll go to war for her,” he muttered, eyes gleaming.

Maybe…maybe he wasn’t as sane as he seemed.

We really couldn’t afford to have another body connected to Valor, not if we wanted real answers and the cooperation of the police.

If I took off the rest of my scent blockers, would that help Liam or make it all worse?

“Arturo Lopez.” Liam took a step forward and set his boot on the other alpha’s throat, pressing down as if he really were some kind of bug. “Even if Lucy never takes our pack name, she belongs to me. Touch her again and I’ll destroy every single person with the Lopez name.”

Liam looked to me then, like he was expecting some sort of validation or praise, but I had no idea what to say or do in this situation. He was a fucking legacy alpha, unlike any I’d ever met, and I couldn’t even take care of a normal alpha.

What the hell should I do?

My body wanted him enough that every tiny flicker of my muscles was excruciating, but I wanted him, not just the body and pheromones of an alpha – I wanted this crazy asshole who looked at me like an expectant puppy waiting for his acknowledgment that he’d done a good job.

“Lucy, do I really have to let him live?”

“You can’t kill him.” I pushed through the pain and forced myself up to a sitting position. “Please…I want to go home.”

Just like that, he lifted his foot off Arturo’s neck and crossed the restroom in a single step, scooping me up like it was nothing. “I won’t kill him,” Liam promised.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I buried my face in his throat and decided to ignore the very obvious implication that someone else would.

It didn’t matter. Frankie no longer carried the Lopez name. Everyone else wasn’t important.

Liam kicked the broken door open and I dared to look, curious if anyone had noticed what was going on.

Every single person in the restaurant was on the floor or slumped over their tables. Most were unconscious but others were gasping for air just like Arturo was.

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