Page 142 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I made my way through the apartment as silently as possible, pausing when I saw all my gear laid out on the dining room table.

Every time I had my rut, I went through and cleaned every single weapon I owned.

Taking them all apart, cleaning and oiling them, then putting them back together. If it had a blade, I sharpened and oiled it. If it was ammunition, I counted them and arranged them by size and weapon.

It looked like I only got through a little over half of it before Frankie had showed up.

Deciding to leave it there, I headed to the guest bathroom. There was no point in hiding any of it when I needed to tell her what was going on anyway.

I just had no idea how to bring it up.

Finding out I was hired to spy on her would piss her off and I didn’t want to do that before she ate something. She’d storm outof here reeking of my pheromones while starving and exhausted after I’d worn her out.

That was the last thing I wanted.

I turned on the shower and kept the water cold. I was sticky and my dick was sore but just thinking of everyone smelling my pheromones on her had me as hard as a rock.

Frigid water shocked the system but it still took a few minutes for my arousal to go down.

Scrubbing my hair with shampoo, I tried to figure out how to broach the subject.

The longer I waited, the worse her reaction was going to be.

I had to figure out what I was going to do about my employer too. I hadn’t spent any of the money they’d wired me, but I didn’t think I could just send it back and cancel the contract either.

Despite being hired by a third party, I knew my employer was part of the Lopez pack. That made me a loose end.

The only way to avoid an early death was to eradicate the cause of that death.

Unfortunately, only one person could help me figure out who that was and it wasn’t Frankie.

I needed to call Leo even though that was the very last thing I wanted to do.

Frankie came first though.

I had to make sure she was okay. If she freaked out when she woke up, then I’d deal with it.

For whatever reason, she responded well to my pheromones. There was a chance I could get her to calm down but only if she allowed it, because Frankie had insane control of her pheromones.

Come to think of it, everyone I’ve met from the Lopez pack did.

Granted, I’ve only met two of them, but I didn’t think the Lopez alpha would be any different. Or anyone he's trained.

How did they manage that? What kind of training did he use exactly?

I finished washing up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist before brushing my teeth.

Once I was done, I headed back to my bedroom, hoping she was still asleep.

I could only imagine how exhausted she was. An alpha’s rut was no joke and we’d been at it for days per my phone.

Looked like that psycho had texted me yesterday too.

If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.

And if you kiss her, I’ll rip you apart, limb by limb, and then feed you to the rats.

A wave of fury washed over me when I realized why she’d been so adamant about not kissing me.

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