Page 48 of Fallen Omega

Yeah, I’m being a masochistic ass by being in here, soaking her up. I could have sent in Julien who’s immune. The guy’sloyal, smart, happy in his relationship with Darcy. Fuck, I could send her back in, too.

She’s exactly the same.

But…

And there is a motherfuckingbut.

I need to be the person questioning her.

Need and want all mesh together in this room. Yeah, there’s want, but I also know I can’t trust Knight in here, not with her in heat, not with his mark on her.

And Reaper’s liable to scare the shit out of her. He can be…not the gentlest, but good at extracting information. He might be able to twist his depraved instincts into something slightly more benign, but he’ll scare her.

The reason I need to be the one is I’m the one who first saw her.

She recognizes me. My scent. My voice. On a base level, she recognizes me. Her lust strokes against my skin but I think I’m the one who can get her to talk.

If she has anything to talk about.

If she’s being manipulated, I’ll find that out, too.

Plus, I don’t want anyone else in here with her. Fuck that.

“Nothing?” I ask. “Nothing gets you fucking jack, you know it, right?”

“I’m not in any position to bargain. I’m your prisoner.” She fists her hands, notes her hiked up skirt and rubs it down her thighs to cover up. She doesn’t uncurl her fists. “Prisoner. One you drugged and tried to double drug. In a locked, windowless room with the threat that even if I get out, I won’t be able to get past you or your minions.”

“Not a threat. The truth. And my minions aren’t what you should worry about. My pack members are.”

“Knight?” The way she says it is a sharp twist in the heart. “I thought… Is he a delta?”

“There’s a reason we’re called the Unholy Trinity. Our pack has three alpha leaders.”

She studies me for a moment. “And you’re the top dog leader of the alpha pack, that it?”

“We’re equal.”

“What’s the saying? Some are more equal than others?”

I nod slowly. “If you’re trying to stroke my ego, it’s not going to work, little omega.”

“You’re the Council. I don’t want to stroke anything to do with them.”

The bitterness, fear, and hate are real. The fear’s new, because it fits with someone who’s been out of their sight up until now. The letter…maybe it’s all real. But still, I look for cracks, for where her attempts at creating a truth don’t line up.

“I’ve got nothing to do with the fucking Council.” I offer a small, nasty smile. “Three alphas. No omega. Outside the fucking law. What doyouhave to do with the Council?”

She stands, a grimace of pain marring her face. But she raises her chin. Looks me dead in the eye.

I ignore the lack of respect deep inside. Why? Not sure. She intrigues me.

“Nothing. You turned me in. That’s how they found me,” she says.

“Your little cop friends did. I stopped them from arresting you.” I rake my gaze over her. “An act I’m starting to regret.”

“Dick.”

“Not my name and I do have one.”

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