Page 71 of Curvy Quirky Omega

“Is there something else I can do?”

“There is,” I admitted. “I want to see my father. Can you make that happen?”

Despite how quiet I was, I could feel the air being sucked out of the room as every single person reacted to just how still Francisco and Liam had gone.

Both of them were looking at me with their red eyes glowing so brightly I knew there was no way Cas could ever prevent the kind of damage they could do in this state. He was strong, but I didn’t think he was that strong.

Francisco didn’t answer me right away and I could see him wrestling with whatever my question had made him feel. “Why do you need to see him?” He didn’t sound gentle anymore, but he didn’t seem angry either.

“I just do.”

“Does it have anything to do with the boy who was looking for you?”

I flinched, taking a step away from him so his arms dropped to his sides.

“You knew he was looking for me?”

Francisco slipped his hands in his pockets and nodded. “He came to the compound not long after I took you in, asking if I knew where Daphne Thomas was. The first time was a polite request, and the second was a bit stern for a teenage alpha, but the third one was concerning. This child threatened me as Liam Valor the legacy alpha, telling me he needed to find you. I had no reason to believe you knew him. I simply thought he was the relative of a possible victim. As such, I told him I didn’t keep tabs on you after I put your father in prison. So…tell me, Lucy. What did I miss?”

“He’s not a relative of a victim,” I whispered, not sure how to feel about all this.

I wanted to be mad, but how could I when even I didn’t know that boy was Liam Valor? There was no reason someone like me would ever meet a legacy alpha.

Looking over at Liam, I tried not to be angry.

If Francisco had told him, we wouldn’t have spent so much time apart. He could have asked me if I knew why Liam Valor was looking for me, but I hadn’t been in any condition to deal with something like that after everything that happened.

At least I knew that Liam really had done everything he could to find me.

“It’s a lot to explain, but I did know him before I came to live with you.” I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling defensive for some reason. “Does that upset you?”

“No, not at all, pumpkin.” Francisco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, dropping his eyes first to stare at his custom-made shoes. “Why do you need to see your father exactly?”

I just…wanted to.

This morning I’d downloaded his case files and started going through them. For whatever reason, I’d woken up at dawn and saw both my alphas sleeping in the same bed as me, their limbs all tangled together.

When I got up, neither of them stirred, and I could just tell how tired they were. How much they needed to sleep.

I didn’t know why, but seeing them all cuddled up like that made me want to read my father’s case file. I wanted—needed to know. Why. Why did he kill my mother?

Frankie had told Liam that Gideon didn’t love his omega. Not the way he loved me. She was a part of his duty as an alpha. What he felt for her wasn’t anything more than compassion and they had the kind of love that could never really break him.

Not like it had Liam.

I knew what that kind of love looked like now. I knew what it felt like.

Seeing Liam Valor on his knees, begging me not to leave him, asking for my forgiveness, tears running down his face…

Knowing Cas would die for me, seeing the gentle peace in his eyes when Liam placed a knife in my hand, telling me his purpose as an alpha was to give me whatever I needed…

I wanted to tell my father I finally understood. That I was grateful for everything he’d ever taught me. How it had shaped my life into what it was today. I wanted to thank him for making sure I knew I wasn’t alone.

That he was the same.

It still terrified me to know I could do the unthinkable one day, but I really didn’t think Liam or Cas would ever give me a reason to hurt them ever again. They would make sure I never had to lift a finger if I didn’t want to and that if I felt threatened enough to kill someone, they would make sure it was buried so deep no one would ever find out about it.

I was my father’s unresolved trauma. I was the product of his fear and pain. I was not my mother’s princess but my father’s warrior. I could never be weak since I’d learned from the best, and I wanted him to see that.

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