Page 6 of Curvy Nerdy Omega

He didn’t believe me, but I knew Lucy better than anyone. Even Frankie.

That alpha might know what she’d gone through over the past fifteen years – she might know everything I’d missed out on, but I highly doubted she was familiar with the kind of girl Lucy used to be and how deep down, she hasn’t really changed.

No, my omega has always been a little crazy.

The main difference between the girl I knew and the woman she was now, was how cold she’s become. Lucy wasn’t as expressive as she used to be, but she was still super fucking weird. She just hid it better now.

I dropped into a crouch in front of her and studied the mess of curls hanging in front of her face, obscuring the sharp cheekbones but highlighting just how full her lips were. She’d hit her head pretty fucking hard, but if the marks we’d made on her skin were already gone, then she’d wake up soon. Lucy healed faster than any omega I’ve ever heard of.

She was delicate and feminine, but nothing about her was fragile. Lucy was so much stronger than any other omega I’ve ever met. A little bump on the head was nothing compared to how rough we were when we fucked her.

Reaching out, I brushed her hair aside so I could see the spider lily tattoos on her neck – delicate needlework that worshipped her skin, sprawling up her throat to her jaw. These tattoos were probably the biggest change.

She’d never given off the same vibe as the rocker chicks or alternative girls I’d known in high school, but here she was, all tatted up like a badass.

Most omegas didn’t get tattoos since it lowered their chances of mating with a legacy alpha. The old-fashioned preferences of legacy packs meant they would never want their legacy omega looking like some kind of delinquent. That’s what my mother would say anyway.

Personally, I thought the perfectly groomed omegas all kitted out in designer brands and couture were so fucking bland and boring I couldn’t stand it. None of them seemed to have a single original thought either.

At least, the ones who were interested in me were all the same. Omegas from working class packs never bothered to try to get my attention. They all assumed I had no interest in them and up until now, I hadn’t.

Lucy was the only person I’ve ever been interested in.

Releasing her hair, I studied her from head to toe, keeping my hands to myself other than to tug the hem of the hoodie down so it covered more of her. Her potent scent made it very fucking clear she was wearing nothing under it and I couldn’t risk touching her right now. I’d lose my mind all over again.

I tried not to be mad that she was wearing Cas’s hoodie and not one of mine, but the possessive alpha in me couldn’t help it. I wanted her covered in my scent – even more than she already was.

Lucky for them I found her scent mixed with his fucking mouthwatering.

I ignored the way Cas watched me and studied Lucy’s bare legs, seeing the freckles that formed a triangle on her right leg were still there, but now her left leg had tattoos wrapped around it that complemented the shape of her body.

Everything about her was the same, and yet, different.

Now that I wasn’t fucking her brains out, I could admire the artwork that I knew went all the way up her side to join with the piece on her hip, bleeding into her back. It was all connected and I almost reached out to trace the delicate line work of the branches on a cherry blossom tree. But instead of a tree trunk, the branches sprouted out of a very realistic looking heart.

My eyes traced what I wouldn’t allow my hands to touch, following the lines to see a pretty snake wrapped up in the branches and just below her hip was a large blacked out circle framed by the branches and cherry blossoms.

I had no idea what it symbolized, but it was too perfect for her to have picked it just for the aesthetic.

Lucy had always made other people uncomfortable, even back in middle school. She had a reputation and people had called her a bitch behind her back whenever they could – at least, until I’d started hanging out with her.

For a long time, it was only during lunch. Everyone had avoided her, so I’d taken advantage of that.

The first time I’d sat down at her table, the entire cafeteria had gone silent. It was strange enough she’d looked up from the book she was reading to stare at me with the same cold look she’d given Cassius after he’d openly doubted her skills.

Back then, it hadn’t been about designations, but even still they all assumed I’d become an alpha and they all wanted to get in my good graces – sucking up to me at every opportunity.

My mother had given me the rare opportunity to live like a normal person. She’d made sure only the most trusted in the pack knew what her children looked like. Then she’d sent us to attend public schools under fake names to give us what we’d never experience otherwise.

Before we settled into alphas, we could mingle with everyone else without risk. Not that we didn’t have bodyguards waiting outside the school dressed as parents, but still. We were allowed to be normal for eight hours a day but I hadn’t been able to make friends – all of us sensing the difference between me and the rest of the population even back then.

Everyone was the same. They wanted to be close to me, to beg for my favor in the hopes that I would take them under my wing when I became an alpha.

But Lucy? She’d demanded to know why I was sitting with her. That girl hadn’t trusted me at all, and the smile I’d flashed her hadn’t cracked her prickly exterior either. She’d straight up told me to leave until I’d confessed why I was sitting with her.

Somehow, she could sense when someone was lying to her, and she never backed down until she knew the real reason behind someone’s actions.

That she’d become a private detective as an adult wasn’t really a surprise. The only reason she’d been so into archeology before was because she wanted to understand why empires fell – what their culture and society used to be like and why that had led to their downfall.

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