Page 26 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Her core was crazy strong too from what I could tell. The way she’d moved when dealing with Taylor had been smooth and effortless. She hadn’t lost any strength despite having to punch up instead of down.

Frankie stretched one arm in front of her, showing off her wiry build. “Do you know anything about boxing?”

“A bit.” I dropped my eyes to the floor so she wouldn’t catch me staring.

This mark of mine was strong as hell and beautiful. She had this ethereal air about her and it was really fucking distracting.

I hated to admit it, but I hadn’t anticipated this problem.

Whether it was the tank top showing off her lithe, muscular form or the shorts that felt way too fucking short to be considered appropriate, I didn’t know, but those shorts were shorter than a pair of boxers and showed off her thighs like she knew exactly what I liked.

Maybe she did. At this point, it wouldn’t surprise me.

All my research told me that Francesca Lopez wasn’t just famous because of her looks and connections. She’d earned her position here at Genesis and had used her wits and cunning to catch criminals even the feds couldn’t get their hands on.

Thanks to my programs, I still had a backdoor into confidential files and I’ve seen the offers the military and the government have made her over the years. Frankie had declined them all, refusing to lose her independence.

Somehow, she’d gotten the government to agree to contract jobs instead, earning the kind of money most could only dream about.

Yes, her partnership with Lucy Parker was a huge part of her success, but Parker could only do so much on her own. I’d know that better than anyone since I had the exact same problem.

I couldn’t understand people the same way Francesca could. I was better at following orders and getting the job done than I was at getting someone to confide in me without resorting to violence.

Francesca sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I watched you spar with the others this morning. Why are you being so weird with me?”

Her question was so direct it threw me off guard and I looked up to see she appeared irritated, exasperated, and maybe a little hurt.

I didn’t expect the twinge in my chest and I opened my mouth to answer her, stopping myself before I said something really fucking stupid.

This alpha kept making me forget why I was here.

I couldn’t tell her I was nervous that I’d hurt her, or that I was apprehensive about getting so close to her when I had no idea how my body would react to having her right up against me.

Another alpha didn’t usually make me feel this way, but there was something fragile about Francesca’s strength that kept drawing me in. I wanted to see what it felt like. Maybe even smell it on her skin.

Which was something I’ve never wanted to do before.

I was a freak of a legacy alpha so I didn’t react to other alphas or omegas the same way most did. I’ve never felt the need for an omega or the desperation to have someone soothe the violence I was constantly craving.

Luckily, I didn’t feel the need to challenge other alphas either.

I didn’t need to know where I stood in the pecking order compared to them because it never bothered me to be at the bottom. I didn’t feel anything about it no matter where I was.

If I needed to take care of something, I would.

Their place above or below me had no bearing on my actions. I’d kill another alpha regardless of their rank if I had to and I’ve never had the burning need to prove that.

I knew that made everyone believe I was submissive, or maybe some kind of defective legacy alpha, but again, I didn’t give a fuck about that because I had nothing to prove.

But this female alpha glaring at me right now? She made me want to prove that I could be whatever she needed and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

At first, I’d thought it was my need to get the job done right, but seeing how she reacted when she liked what I was doing made me want to see more of it.

Now she was wearing that tank top and those tiny shorts, making me forget what the fuck I was even doing here.

Frankie scoffed at my prolonged silence, her irritation reaching a boiling point. “Are you really that scared to find out you’re stronger than me?”

I flinched, so shocked by that question I couldn’t hide my reaction.

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