Page 59 of Foxy Filthy Omega

To be honest, our engagement had lasted longer than I thought it would. River had kept up this act with me for almost four months before deciding to end things.

I was now established in my position and she had her sights set on someone else. Who was I to hold her back from achieving her goals? We weren’t scent-matched partners and we weren’t in love. There was no reason to keep up the ruse.

Even though I understood all that, I couldn’t help but feel weirdly distraught.

River was the last thing standing between me and an ugly truth.

It was immature and selfish of me, but I wasn’t ready to face it, and I’d shamelessly asked if there was anything else I could do to extend it, but…she didn’t need me anymore.

I had to let her go and find another way to keep my shit together before it all came crashing down.

The thought of failing my father before I could find another omega I didn’t hate made me sick to my stomach.

All the work he’s done to give me whatever I wanted – all the opportunities he’s given me, wasted.

I couldn’t let that happen. I’ve worked too damn hard to get this far to give it all up because of my stupid designation.

Without Lucy, or River, I had nothing to ground me.

So, what was I going to do?

Finding a solution wasn’t going to be quick or easy. I’d have to find someone else to fill their shoes that would satisfy my pack as well as my annoying need to be useful.

Going on a series of blind dates was probably the fastest way to make sure I didn’t falter, but just the idea of that was exhausting.

Dragging someone else into this mess didn’t seem like a good idea either.

Just last week my uncle was murdered and my father framed. I highly doubted that would be the end of it.

There was a target on my father’s back as well as mine, even if he was trying to keep that fact from me.

I needed a distraction, but I didn’t have anything to do.

All my paperwork for the last few cases was done.

My father hasn’t bothered to update me either and I didn’t feel like I could ask, not after the way I’d walked out on him.

Had Leo snitched and told him what happened?

Did he tell my father I was the one to stab him? Again?

I eyed my phone, wondering if I should ask Lucy for advice.

But the time difference made it difficult to catch up and I didn’t want to bother her while she was on her honeymoon. It was also risky to talk to her before I could get a handle on my emotions.

Lucy would pick up on my distress and I didn’t want her to worry about me.

Tossing the lip balm in my drawer, I turned my attention back to the report I was supposed to be writing on Soren’s progress.

Pushing him to spar with me had been a mistake.

I’d been so out of it after what happened with Taylor that I hadn’t noticedwhyHart had been so reluctant to spar with me other than the obvious – he didn’t want me to lose in front of all those people.

Everything had seemed fine. I’d really thought he was just too scared to show me what he was really capable of in case I fired him on the spot like some petty alpha with an inferiority complex.

I’d believed that right up until his eyes had glazed over withhungerand I watched him press his nose to my inner thigh like he wanted to drown in my scent.

I dropped my head in my hands and tried not to panic.

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