Page 149 of Fallen Omega

Almost unstoppable.

It’s what makes us the Unholy Trinity.

Pissing contests and ego attending are not going to be on my agenda.

I’ll kill or walk. I’ll agree and leave. I’ll do whatever I fucking want but at the end of the day, I’ll walk the fuck away if he, or Knight for that matter, start being utter fuckwits.

The clock in my head ticks.

That was four days ago.

Liz hasn’t had her virtue since then, possibly before. Maybe not since I ate her out. Or when Knight fingerfucked her in the alley. But apart from the lost virtue, Liz is no longer a virgin. I know deep in my bones she’s now all of ours in deeper ways, more meaningful ways.

I misdirected her when I found her on the floor in her room. I didn’t really bite and suck and lick her fingers to enhance the bite, to help protect her and paint her as taken. Though that is a truthful side effect.

I didn’t do it because she tastes so fucking good. Though that’s a perk.

I did it to solidify she’s mine. Ours. It’s a step closer, and one of the only times I’ve stepped out on pack law. If it’s law. I’m not sure. It’s up there.

I refocus on my job.

Candice Helmont is still home. I look up at the building where she lives from the shadows of a doorway across the street. The small binoculars are an app that Knight rigged up on my phone.

I don’t pretend to know how it works, only it does, and I can hold my phone up like I’m talking or taking a photo. It’s less conspicuous than binoculars.

She’s the reason I’m neck deep in thoughts. I can’t smoke standing here. Not often, anyway. It’s a matter of position and moving about when you’re surveilling. And right now, this works.

Other times, I’m in a car. Or walking. Or yes, smoking.

Candice is head alpha of the Council. And not much is known about her.

I’ve read her dossier and I think there might be five things in there that are true, including her sex.

She’s a closed book. A secret. And too clean.

She also works from home about half the time, the rest in the main office in the city center.

Which should give me an open window to get into her place and search it.

But apart from staff, she has a rotating stream ofcompanions. I don’t know if it’s sexual or companionship or for show. After all, she’s a single and powerful alpha. She should be fucking up and down the damn world.

I don’t think she is.

Two things stand out.

She’s a woman of extreme routine.

And there’s no sign of Ghost.

That bothers me, I decide, as I pack up, and light a cigarette.

She’s a lone wolf who’s embedded herself high up in the Council but I know she’s somehow involved with Ghost.

It’s not sexual.

This woman seems closed. Anything she has in regards to relationships is planned.

I know people like that and they’re usually easier to tail—as in they lead to things. Easier to pin. To work out.

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