Page 37 of Foxy Filthy Omega

My hackles rose when he didn’t get up and leave. This guy actually had the audacity to put his elbows on the table and lean forward into my space.

“You have pretty eyes,” he told me.

My eyebrows rose at that. “I’m flattered.”

“You’re the strong, silent type. Aren’t you?” He set his cup down and slowly spun it around and around. “Lucky for you she has a thing for that.”

My heart nearly stopped and I slowly placed my book face down on the table so I could have my hands free.

I studied the man before me, keeping my eyes on his face as I took in his size and the strength he tried to hide under that white hoodie. I had no idea who he was or how he’d figured out I was here to do more than read, but this guy was definitely a professional.

No doubt about it, even if his style and personality seemed a bit out of the ordinary for his line of work.

“I assumed strong and silent was your type,” I stated as I placed my hand on top of my book. “Why else would you go out of your way to bring me my coffee?”

“Because you have pretty eyes.” His grin was borderline psychotic, but his energy was playful.

Dangerously so.

This legacy alpha before me didn’t give a fuck about the people around us. He could easily flip and commit the kind of violence I’ve only ever seen on the battlefield.

I knew without a doubt the innocent people around us would end up as collateral and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. I had to respect that kind of crazy even if I didn’t understand it.

“As I said before, I’m flattered, but I’m not interested.” I placed my free hand over the top of my cup, ready to use it as a weapon if need be.

“Is it because I’m an alpha?” The guy with spiky, baby pink hair drained his latte, but he didn’t make a move to leave.

My instincts were telling me there was no good answer to that question, so I kept silent and waited him out.

“I only ask becauseshe’san alpha.” He tilted his head toward Frankie and River, but I refused to look away from him.

Definitely a professional, but I couldn’t figure out if he was some kind of soldier, spy, or an assassin.

Frankie was recently named the heir to a formidable legacy pack and River was a very sought after omega. He could be here for either of them, but I got the sense he wasn’t here to do more than just observe.

Bringing himself to my attention was intentional. He was marking his territory, but in a way that was so fucking bizarre I had no idea what to do with it.

Getting hit on by a rival was definitely a new one.

“I really don’t think my sexual preferences are any of your business,” I murmured, keeping my voice low but clear. I wanted him to know I wasn’t intimidated by him, but I wasn’t looking to prove anything either.

If he decided to do something that would bring Frankie’s attention to me, I could easily use the excuse I’d prepared, but I didn’t think he would.

This guy didn’t think she’d discover us and he was acting like she’d never know he was here which was…odd. I could tell her about the weirdo stalking her, but then I’d have to explain why I was here.

I’d rather avoid that if I could and this asshole seemed to know that.

“If it’s not because I’m an alpha, is it because I’m a guy?” Pink Hair leaned back, keeping the tips of his fingers on the rim of his empty mug. “I’m just asking because I’m kind of disappointed you won’t even consider this.”

What a nutcase.

His smirk widened into a grin, telling me he could pick up on my tells just as easily as I could his.

“You seem like the jealous stalker type,” I said quietly. “I find that exhausting.”

The legacy alpha in front of me laughed like I’d told the funniest joke in the world and my muscles tensed in preparation for whatever might come next. His hysterical laughter stopped just as quickly as it started and when those red eyes pinned me into place, he was dead serious.

“If you want someone to think you’re reading, you need to move your eyes, not just flip the pages,” he told me. “Otherwise someone might find out you’re also the jealous stalker type.”

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