Page 44 of Foxy Filthy Omega

My father was trying to bribe me.

“Francesca just closed a case all on her own,” my father stated proudly.

“Did she?”

I froze when his deep voice rolled through the room like thunder. He sounded exactly the same. But older.

That deep voice was an echo of the one that used to chat with my father as effortlessly as he did now, in this very same room.

Even the décor was exactly the same and it almost felt like he never left.

“She and Lucy solved what they’re calling ‘the murder of the century’ earlier this year,” my father bragged. “The whole country knows just how smart my daughters are now.”

I stabbed my lasagna with my fork, cutting into it without bothering with the knife.

Francisco Lopez was a capricious motherfucker to the rest of the world, but he’s always been a doting father to his children.

There was nothing we could do wrong. Nothing he wouldn’t do for us.

My father was one of the strongest, most ruthless alphas in the country but he was genuinely proud of everything we did and never missed an opportunity to brag about us.

Despite all that, we had a complicated relationship.

I loved him, but I hated him for never asking me to bemore– asking for more had always beenmyjob.

“Frankie’s even engaged to River Steele. Did you hear?”

“I did.”

Why the fuck would he tell him that?

“My daughter deserves the perfect omega…don’t you think?”

Ah, so this was what he was trying to do.

I set my fork down and reached for the glass of water again, ignoring the wine that Peter poured for me. I couldn’t stomach food right now, and I had to pretend like nothing was wrong or everything would fall apart.

“She deserves anything and everything she could possibly want,” he told my father, his deep voice softening.

I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him then, even when I knew it was the last fucking thing I should do.

Leonidas Koen Lopez.

His red eyes sucked me in just like they had the first time I saw them, drowning me in blood. His facial features were still sharp enough to cut, but his hair was pink now instead of black.

Leo wasn’t a teenager anymore, but a fully grown man.

I looked down at my water and the sound of my father’s voice faded away. I had no idea what he was saying, and I couldn’t be bothered to care. All I could do was force my body to sit here and do my best to play the part I’ve been assigned.

But all I could think about washim.

The last time I saw Leo was a little over ten years ago.

We’d had an argument and I’d yelled at him – told him to leave. Shockingly, he did. Walked right out of my room. And my life.

I couldn’t blame him though. Not when I did everything I could to push him away – dideverythingin my power to remind us both that we could never be more than friends.

Why I was surprised when he never came back…I’d never know. It should have been obvious whenIwas the one who broke him.

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