Page 149 of Foxy Filthy Omega

It made me want to strangle him and Leo smiled slightly like he could read my mind.

“Decide Frankie.” Leo tossed me my jacket, but kept the shark. “Decide if you trust him enough to tell him the truth. If you don’t, then go ahead and go. But if you leave, I’ll take it he can’t be trusted. Which means I can’t let him live.”

My heart squeezed again and I doubled over with the pain, knowing I was well and truly fucked.

Why did that asshole always have to be right?

I tried to catch my breath, heaving in air while Soren demanded to know what was going on. They sniped at each other and I almost laughed when Soren called Leo a nutjob, but it hurt so much I couldn’t stand it.

Technically, I was lucky he was even giving me a choice. Leo was actually being very generous right now.

He was giving me an opportunity.

If I didn’t trust Soren, he would take care of the problem so I didn’t have to. If I did, he’d be right here with me if things didn’t go over well.

Then he’d take care of the problem so I wouldn’t have to.

Everything he did was for me and I didn’t think I could pretend he wasn’t anymore.

My act was falling apart and now I had to figure out what I was going to do about it.

“She’s inpain,” Soren insisted. “Why aren’t you calling the damn doctor?”

“Because it’s not what you think it is.” I tossed my jacket on the table and dropped down into one of the chairs.

Soren was across the room and kneeling in front of me before I could finish my sentence. “Frankie, I don’t understand what’s happening and I hate to admit it, but I don’t know how to deal with it.”

He was so fucking pretty I couldn’t stand it.

I took Soren’s face in my hands and pressed my forehead against his. “You can’t form a permanent bond through the scent glands on someone’s wrist.”

His red eye was blazing and the sun caught his brown one, gilding it in gold.

Soren searched my eyes, clearly not understanding. “But your eyes…”

“Are grey.” I sighed and released him. “Why would someone’s eyes be grey, Soren?”

He didn’t answer me right away, but I could see the wheels in his head turning. “I don’t understand.”

“Like I said, he’s a clueless idiot,” Leo muttered.

I felt him come up behind me, ready to do whatever he had to when I finally got the ovaries I needed to spell it out.

Here went nothing I guess.

“Omegas have grey eyes,” I reminded Soren. “Unbonded omegas.”

Why I trusted him enough to explain this, I don’t know. I really shouldn’t considering his relationship with Leo, but it wasn’t a rational feeling. It was bone deep. My gut was telling me he could be trusted with this.

But I had no idea how he’d react when it finally clicked.

“Omegas do have grey eyes,” Soren looked from me to Leo and then back again. “But you’re an alpha.”

“No, Soren. I’m not.” I hated that I couldn’t read him at all. “I’m actually a delta.”

His eyes widened, but he didn’t seem as freaked out as I’d expected.

“I was an alpha when I walked in here,” I tried to explain. “And then, I helped you through your rut.”

He sat back on his heels, clearly trying to process.

I braced myself and decided to rip off the Band-Aid.

“It seems like being exposed to such high doses of your pheromones for a prolonged period of time triggered a response in my genetics.”

Leo leaned over me and offered Soren the shark keychain still dangling from his finger. “And thanks to you, she’s now an omega.”

Soren ran his hand through his hair with this dazed look on his face and the only thing he had to say was, “Fuck.”

My sentiments exactly.

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