Page 32 of Foxy Filthy Omega

The smell of wet fabric overwhelmed any remaining hint of his scent. All I could focus on was the squishy feeling in my shoes and not the lingering sensation of Soren’s hands on my body.

Finally feeling a little bit more sane, I peeled off my clothes and stepped out of my shoes.

My issues weren’t something I could control so I’ve always made sure my environment was as pristine as possible. I never allowed anything in it that could make me hesitate or doubt my decision.

It’s why I’d pushed Leo as far away from me as I could.

Yeah, he was a psycho but that’s what I liked about him. He wasmypsycho and everything he did was forme. All he asked for in return was my time and attention.

But I couldn’t give it to him. Not after I’d learned I wasn’t actually an alpha, but something else.

A delta. Not an alpha or an omega.

For a long time, we thought I was an alpha since that was what I’d presented as first thanks to my proximity to Lucy. I didn’t have any issues with my pheromones either, even though I’d always felt like some kind of failure when my eyes never turned red.

I was happy with being an alpha even if I’d always thought I’d present as an omega. I was good at taking care of others and enjoyed being needed.

Then Lucy had left for her official omega training the year after I presented as an alpha.

All the omegas in the pack went to their little camp for their training every summer and it was Lucy’s first. As always, I’d joined the alphas for our own training, but after a week or so I got sick.

Leo had stayed by my side the whole time, taking care of me as I laid in bed with the worst aches and pains imaginable. We thought it was just the flu, but the fever wasn’t because I was sick.

I woke up one morning leaking omega pheromones – the kind that told everyone with a nose I’d gone into heat.

Not rut.

I’d gone intoheatand Leo had freaked the fuck out while desperately trying to ignore his instincts which had only made everything worse. I still don’t know how he resisted all my whining and begging, but it was the only reason I didn’t end up losing my virginity that night.

With some insanely strong suppressants, we were able to get it under control but that didn’t change the reality of the situation.

I had alpha pheromones and then I’d suddenly oozed omega pheromones.

Apparently, without exposure to Lucy’s pheromones, my body decided that since I’d been surrounded by only alphas, that my pack was in need of an omega.

To further the species, I had to switch from alpha to omega.

Waking up as an omega had felt right in a way that being an alpha never had, but it wasn’t what anyone but me needed.

What was my father going to do with an omega child anyway? He needed an heir, not an omega.

But Francisco Lopez was a good alpha. He’d offered to name any alpha I wanted to bond as his heir, but that didn’t solve my real problem.

Who would take care of Lucy?

She hadn’t wanted to officially join the Lopez pack and wanted nothing to do withanyalpha, let alone a whole pack of legacy alphas.

Lucy had done everything in her power to get emancipated by the time she turned sixteen, and thanks to her genius, she’d gotten into college early.

I had to go with her. There was no one else she would let protect her and my father knew that just as well as I did. It’s why he never said a word when I asked to be left alone for a whole week.

Sure, I could have followed her as an omega I supposed, but then we’d both be in danger. I couldn’t protect her, or myself, if I stayed an omega.

I couldn’t be Francesca Lopez or Frankie James if I wasn’t an alpha. Not the way I wanted to be.

Things were getting better for omegas in general, but legacy omegas were rarely allowed to do anything outside traditional expectations.

If I were to commit to being an omega, I’d have to accept everything that went along with that. I’d have to marry someone outside my pack and leave the Lopez name behind because there was no alpha who could benefit the pack that would willingly leave his own legacy.

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