Page 97 of Curvy Quirky Omega

But we already knew I was the strongest alpha in this room. This house. This whole fucking city. I didn’t need to prove it to him again even when he kept forcing his affection on me.

Cas broke away when he felt me give up on all those insane instincts and watched me closely. It was reassuring even if I could see his warning for what it was.

He would do whatever needed to be done to get me back to where I needed to be.

“Are you done being an idiot?”

I glared up at Cas, hating that he was a half inch taller. It never bothered me until moments like this either which was fucking stupid, but I couldn’t help it. Those legacy instincts wouldn’t die no matter how many times I tried to kill them.

“I’m not being an idiot.” I shoved him back and he complied this time, but only a single step and he still refused to release my hair. “Would you fucking let go already?”

“Never.” Cas used my hair to yank me closer, making every single muscle feel like jelly when the sharp pain cut through all the roaring in my head. “I don’t want to let go, Liam. If you don’t like it, then you need to command me.”

I glared at him, wishing I could.

No, that was a lie. I never wanted him to let go, because then I’d be alone. I’d be the only alpha in this city standing at the gates of hell.

That’s what this place was to me. A city of the dead. I didn’t have to touch a single person for them all to die. The only ones who could survive me were Cas and Lucy.

He brought me closer then, hugging me almost. “Tell me what it is. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is and it’s my job to fix things.”

I sighed, hating how much I relied on him, but there was no point in fighting it. Not anymore.

Because our omega’s eyes were purple.

“I…” Honestly, I didn’t know what the real problem was.

Taking another breath, I settled my hands on his waist and turned my face so my nose was buried in the scent glands on his neck. The cedar was sharper than the moss now, and there was nothing soft about his scent, not like when it was mixed up with Lucy’s.

I couldn’t even smell the green apple.

Even though Cas was my rock, he needed to fix our problems. He needed to be needed. That was the kind of alpha he was. Anything me or Lucy needed…he would give us.

“I don’t know what kind of alpha I want to be,” I realized. “You’re so sure of yourself, and so is my mother, but I…” I’ve been avoiding any real decision outside of Lucy.

Now that I had her, all I wanted to do was protect her, but it wasn’t that simple. We lived in a city at the gates of hell and the only thing I knew how to do was kill.

What the fuck was all this power and strength good for if I couldn’t protect Lucy and my family? What did I have to do to make sure nothing touched her or Cas? What was I supposed to do?

“I don’t want to be the strongest,” I admitted, my words so quiet I could barely even hear myself. It was stupid, but I was terrified that someone might hear that damning confession. “I don’t want to be the strongest, Cas. I’m not good at it. People can’t live around me. They can’t thrive. They just die.”

His grip on me tightened and it hurt enough I winced, but I was pretty sure if he let go, I’d fall apart.

I was born as Liam Valor and then I became the strongest legacy alpha in Acheron. Maybe even the west coast.

But I’ve only ever wanted Lucy.

And Cas.

I didn’t want the Valor pack. I didn’t want a whole fucking city.

But I had the power and strength to take both, so what did it mean when I refused them? Did that mean everyone would have to suffer?

Would Lucy suffer?

“Gideon is dead,” Cas stated.

My whole body stiffened, but he sounded oddly choked up and he wouldn’t let me look at his face so I held still, deciding to wait it out.

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