Page 15 of Foxy Filthy Omega

He was one of three legacy alphas from my father’s generation and he had three children with his omega, but only one of them inherited the legacy eyes.

Out of all my father’s siblings, he was the one who’d been the most vocal about his disapproval with the way things were being run.

To placate him, my father had named his son, Arturo, as his heir. Then Arturo had fucked up just like I’d predicted he would, and that fuckup had cost him his life.

A few months later his father was found dead in the greenhouse.

Convenient, if you asked me.

I suspected Uncle Lorenzo or Aunt Camilla might be the ones behind his death since they’ve always had their eyes on my father’s position, but I couldn’t be sure when none of the alphas in the pack liked that I’d been named heir.

It could be one of my cousins, but they needed the resources to kill our uncle and then plant his body in the pack alpha’s greenhouse without anyone noticing. That alone severely reduced the number of potential suspects.

Everyone had their own money, but not everyone had the power or the disposable income to hire the necessary muscle for this.

My office door opened slowly, as if whoever was coming in didn’t want to disturb me. I didn’t bother looking to see who it was since only one person would bother me right now.

Soren Hart took up so much space that it was almost amusing when he tried to take up less of it. His huge form was impossible to miss, but he quietly closed the door behind him and crossed the room, reaching for the chair at the only other desk in the room.

“That’s Lucy’s desk,” I warned him. “Don’t touch anything.”

The rookie froze, hesitating before slowly pulling his hand back.

I scrolled down, pretending to read as I waited to see what he would do now.

Hart looked around the office, clearly at a loss as to what to do.

There were only two desks, and the only unoccupied one was off limits. I didn’t care how stupid it sounded. He wasn’t going to take her place if I had anything to say about it.

Our office was a pretty nice size and it was laid out very similarly to the office we had at home – two desks placed right up against each other so I could see her face with my body between her and the door.

The entire wall behind me was a magnetic white board with remnants of my last case still on it. To my right was the sofa and coffee table we had set up for when we had to eat dinner at the office.

Did we have enough space for a third desk? I didn’t know and didn’t care. It wasn’t my problem. Hart could figure it out for himself or he could ask for a transfer because I had no interest in making his life any easier.

After seeing what he was capable of, I knew the best thing to do was get him as far away from me as possible.

Hart set his onboarding documents on the coffee table and then turned on his heel, leaving the office without a word.

A shame he wouldn’t just give up.

I knew he wouldn’t ask to be reassigned without a fight. It just wasn’t in his nature. He may be difficult to read, but I could tell that much at least. For someone like Soren Hart, failure was not an option.

Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my temples as I tried not to let that get to me.

It’s not like I wanted him to fail. I just didn’t want to have him as my rookie, and I couldn’t reassign him without causing a slew of other problems I didn’t want to deal with.

The looks on the other detectives’ faces as I left the gym with Soren were already bad enough.

Clearly, I’d gotten the best rookie thanks to ‘preferential treatment.’

I wonder what they’d say if I asked to switch with one of them. Not that there was anyone else I’d rather take on. I’d already looked.

Whatever. I’d just let him figure it out until Lucy got back.

But I couldn’t help wondering if the commander expected meandLucy to train him.

I had no idea what she was thinking exactly, but she was probably taking it one day at a time, just like I was.

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