Page 123 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I stared at him, wondering if I’d hit him a little too hard.

“If it was possible,” Leo tried to clarify. “Would you want to become an omega?”

Was this some kind of trick question?

“I’ve never thought about it,” I admitted. “What about you?”

“I would if she wanted me to, but she doesn’t. I already asked.” Leo gracefully bent down and picked up his hoodie as he headed for the front door.

“Is that even possible?” I was more intrigued by this topic of conversation than I wanted to admit.

Leo grinned back at me and reached for the doorknob. “Maybe one day.”

This guy wasn’t small by any means but his sharp features were elegant and his shoulder to waist ratio was insane. Even I had to admit it looked very grabbable.

“You’d make a pretty omega,” I told him.

Surprisingly, Leo’s grin vanished but he didn’t look or smell angry. “You think so?”

Leaning forward, I used my shirt to wipe the rest of the blood and sweat from my chin and neck. I took my time appraising him and I had to admit, he looked very breedable despite his strength and size.

I didn’t know what it was about him exactly, but I just felt like he’d end up being a very desirable omega and Frankie would definitely fall all over herself trying to make him happy.

Just thinking about how much she’d like an omega like him boiled my blood, but I kept it locked down and gave him a nod. “You have the face for it.”

This time when he smiled, it actually felt genuine. “Thanks, cupcake. I needed to hear that.”

Weirdly enough, I believed him.

Leo left and I didn’t know what to think.

Hell, I didn’t know what to feel either.

All I knew was that I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.

First and foremost I needed to make sure my body wasn’t doing something weird.

I went into the bathroom and checked my calendar on my phone as I went. My rut wasn’t due for another three weeks but I knew emotional and environmental changes could affect it.

Pulling out my med kit, I grabbed a sterile lancet and shoved it in the pheromone meter. I pressed it against my neck and tapped the release button. The needle jabbed into the scent glands under my skin and I studied myself in the mirror as I waited for the test results.

I couldn’t pretend like I wasn’t jealous when just the thought of that asshole figuring out a way to become an omega made me want to smash everything I owned.

Pretending as if I didn’t feel anything inappropriate for Frankie was also impossible. I wouldn’t be trying to figure out how to abandon my mission for the first time in my life if I wasn’t all messed up in the head about her.

But I just didn’t understandwhy. Why her? She was gorgeous and smart and kind of crazy, but she wasn’t all that different from anyone else.

The meter beeped and I checked my numbers, grimacing when I saw just how high they were.

I guess it didn’t matter that she was an alpha.

Frankie had my numbers sky high and I was already starting my rut if that and the sudden spikes of anger and desire weren’t enough of an indication.

Another alpha had me starting my rut three weeks early and I’d nearly fucked her today after losing my mind from her scent.

I tossed the meter back in the bag and ran my hands over my face.

What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

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