Page 47 of Fallen Omega

“You gave him your number. Why?”

Her head snaps up. “Because he asked for it. And I didn’t give him mine. I put in the number of a pizza place I know. I’m not a total idiot.”

“Debatable.”

“I guess that makes you a dumbass who likes kidnapping girls.”

“No one kidnapped anyone, and Darcy’s been looking after you, right?”

“Darcy?” She frowns. “The blonde Valkyrie?”

It’s a pretty fucking apt description of Darcy. She could go anywhere, be anything, until she chose a pack, as long as she stayed within her own group to mate with. But with us, she has a special kind of freedom, one that doesn’t pin her down. One that allows her the forbidden—her relationship with Julien.

“She’s a gamma. They aren’t ever submissive to omegas.”

“I didn’t ask her to be. I didn’t ask for any of this, I just…” Lizette swallows, glances down, then meets my gaze again.

Innocent. The word rushes through me.

“Just thought you’d wander in Pandora while in heat.”

“Almost in heat,” she snaps. “I?—”

She stops, shakes her head.

I don’t push that line of questioning yet, but I will.

Her too-big dress has slipped off one shoulder, showing the black strap of her bra, her unsullied skin. I wonder what it would be like to tease her, leave her a quivering mess under the order not to come.

It’s about now, when I’m looking at a woman, usually a beta, or delta, I’d have her ready to do my bidding. Or, if I’mfeeling like something rough and tumble and edged in danger, a gamma fighting me.

Reaper likes to play with gammas. He likes the challenge, the fight, the hunt. If he’s in the mood he’ll go for a beta, or occasionally a delta.

Now, Knight’s a delta and beta guy. His particular taste in play is that he wants a sub. Gammas don’t tend to want that.

The one thing we keep away from?

Fucking omegas.

I can have her flavor in others. Maybe not her particular scent and the way it curls in deep, but she’s weak, made to want to breed, and breeding is the last fucking thing on our agenda. Especially mine.

I don’t think she’s weak of mind, but she’ll have that omega subservience, the kind I’ve seen so many times in the females the Council mates with an approved alpha and his pack. Simply because they’re an omega.

And also I’ve seen them with the alpha pack that’s dirty and off the grid, the omega either bred or used. Some of them okay with it because that’s their role.

I digress.

She’s able to get into my blood because she’s in heat, and it’s worse now. Because before she was on that edge or just starting.

It’s full blown now, and her pheromones are thick and irresistible.

“You what?” I ask.

Her mouth clamps shut, and she shakes her head again.

“Nothing,” she finally mutters.

I put my foot down then raise the other. No way I'm moving from this wall or taking a step in her direction. Not right now. Not with that fucking mark on her. But I need what she knows.

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