Page 126 of Curvy Quirky Omega

Using the sound of her voice to cover any noise I made, I stepped back once. Nothing hit my foot but I couldn’t risk another step. I reached out to the left and leaned over. The tips of my fingers brushed against the cement post, grounding me in this godforsaken darkness.

“Gideon did everything I asked of him,” Helen admitted, her voice to my left now and closer than before. “He was very obedient.”

Somehow, Helen was using her pheromones to control alphas. I had no idea that was even possible. She tried to kill me with her pheromones too, the same way Liam did with other alphas. Could I do that?

“But for some reason, I couldn’t get him to leave Melinda behind once she was pregnant.”

The scent of spearmint became more potent and I remembered Cas explaining how to reel in my pheromones by breathing and burying it down, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted the opposite of that.

Frankie could weave her pheromones around omegas like she was casting a spell. Even using their own pheromones against them to make the spell stronger. It was extremely delicate work, but theoretically, anyone could do it.

“Maybe I should have tried to bond him.” Helen was right next to me.

I held my breath and gripped my knife tighter. Did she know where I was?

“I saw Cas bonded Liam…if they survive, I’ll take your advice and kill Cas first so he can feel every second of his death through the bond.” Helen grabbed me then and I let her.

Time slowed down and my body felt cold despite how hot I’d been two seconds ago. The sweat and blood on my skin was like ice and I couldn’t move as I tried to stay calm.

But I couldn’t keep my shit together. Not anymore. Not when the thought of her sinking her knife into Cas the same way she had Gideon played in my mind over and over. Liam would have to feel every second of it and I couldn’t allow that to happen.

I’d promised to protect him – to protect them both and I couldn’t do that if I let her win.

Peeling off the last layer, the very last mask I possessed – terrified me. It was something I had hoped I’d never have to do, because I knew what lived under the surface of my skin. I knew what kind of monster my father had raised.

A knife went through my wrist and pinned me to the cement post. I didn’t even feel the pain as I let all the fury and insanity mix until I was nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Helen was strong, but she wasn’t as strong as me.

I grabbed her by the throat before she could pin my other wrist down, just like she’d done to Gideon. The sound of her surprise cut off when I squeezed.

“You know, I admire you,” I told her as my pheromones oozed from every pore until I could hear both her and Melinda wheezing. “But you seem to have missed a very crucial lesson.”

I yanked my arm away from the pillar, pulling the knife with me as I pushed Helen back, making her trip over my foot. We both went down and I grabbed her face with my hand, forcing her to choke on my blood as it gushed from my wrist.

“An alpha doesn’t know how to love the way we do, Helen.” I leaned down until we were nose to nose, drowning her in my blood and pheromones. “Alphas need power and they only ever react to the fear of loss. You have to make them scared – make them afraid to lose us or we’ll never survive.”

My eyes were finally starting to adjust to the darkness and I could see my madness reflected in her eyes.

“I don’t know who taught you what a dominant omega is or how to survive as one, but they didn’t teach you enough.” I released her throat and pressed my knee down on her chest with all my weight, barely feeling her nails as they dug into my arms. “Alphas have a repulsive habit of lying to get what they want because they don’t know how to love like we do. They only know how to possess. They need power so they refuse to give us what we need.”

I knew that better than anyone, but sometimes…

“You picked the wrong alpha,” I whispered. “You two were never meant to be.”

She tried to attack me with her pheromones, her fury burning my lungs as she bit down on my hand, sinking her teeth into me so I bared mine at her.

“You know I’m right,” I hissed. “Otherwise he never would have refused to give you what you needed.”

Her screech of rage was impressive and I released her face, positioning the sharp point of her knife through my wrist to her eye. “This world we live in is filled with deception and betrayal, Helen. Your mistake was tragic, but I don’t deserve to die for it.”

“What are you going to do? Kill me?” She scoffed and then choked, on my blood or my pheromones, I didn’t know which and didn’t care.

This fight was over. I’d won. I didn’t have to kill her.

But I wanted to.

I could just let her slowly suffocate on my pheromones, but I wanted to feel her blood spray across the room, staining the cement red.

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