Page 8 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Someone had planted a body in my father’s greenhouse just this morning. I could get a call at any time and I’d have to drop everything to handle whatever it was.

My life as a private detective has always been completely separate from my life as a legacy alpha, and one day, I knew they’d finally collide. I’d have to find a way to balance the two or pick one and I really didn’t want to be put in a position where I’d have to choose.

How was I supposed to explain to this rookie that I had pack business I had to take care of? Was I allowed to leave him behind or did I have to drag him along with me during work hours?

Just the idea of it all was exhausting.

Honestly, I’ve been avoiding this inevitably like the plague over the last few months because I wasn’t ready to deal withwhyI was so afraid to admit I knew that all this wasn’t temporary.

Once it was permanent, I couldn’t avoid the truth anymore and that scared the fuck out of me.

What would happen when I didn’t have Lucy around anymore to help me define who I was? Would my fiancée and the Lopez pack be enough? Could I be the alpha they all needed without Lucy by my side, keeping me grounded?

The only ones who knew just how badly I needed her was my father and…him, but I haven’t seen hide nor hair of that asshole for well over a decade now.

So thankfully, I’ve been able to play off just how badly I needed my partner – my sister who also happened to be my best friend.

I had no idea how to ground myself without her constantly by my side and if I couldn’t figure it out soon, they’d all know exactly how unequipped I was for this position and we couldn’t afford that right now.

Maybe if I bonded an omega I’d finally settle…

Too bad I wasn’t really into omegas.

River Steele was the perfect omega and my fiancée but our engagement was nothing more than a business transaction – a mutually beneficial deal that would end sooner rather than later. I wasn’t her scent matched alpha and I didn’t feel anything for her other than the standard alpha obligations, but she was one of the only omegas I actually liked.

Her scent was comforting. It was strong and exotic, just like Lucy’s.

But River wasn’t going to be my bonded omega. I knew that. Even if I pretended like I didn’t.

Unfortunately there was no one else to fall back on, not even my brother. He’d settled as a very strong beta who took after our aunt more than our father.

Only nine omegas were born into our pack and six of them were already bonded, living with their new alphas. Two of them worked as my father’s agents so only one omega was still living in the Lopez pack and he was the most aggressive, abrasive asshole to exist.

I liked that about him, but that meant he didn’t need me in any way shape or form.

Now my aunt was assigning me analpharookie instead of literally anyone else. Another alpha was the last thing I needed. Especially one who was so fucking pretty.

Soren Hart was the last to receive his assigned senior and when my name was announced, he glanced back, finding me instantly.

His jawline was insanely sharp and his eyes even sharper. The dark hair falling into his eyes softened them slightly and I didn’t usually say this about men but he was gorgeous, even more so in person than his picture.

His headshot hadn’t told me anything other than he was very good looking so I’d thought I’d be able to get a better idea of who he was when I saw him in person, but I still couldn’t read his face.

It actually kind of freaked me out because that was my whole fucking job. I was a top-notch profiler who’s done extensive psychological research. I wasn’t quite as good as Lucy at reading patterns in evidence, but I was still one of the best in my field.

Studying someone’s actions and reactions was how I figured out why they did the things they did. It was how I eliminated suspects to find the needle in the haystack.

I could read just about anyone, but this guy? There wasnothingin his eyes.

He turned his attention back to the commander and my phone buzzed, giving me an excuse to do anything other than stare a hole into the back of that man’s head.

I pulled out my phone and saw it was a picture from Lucy of her and her alphas on a beach with cute little cocktails in their hands. Two huge alphas with fruity, pink drinks looked hysterical, but more importantly, they all looked happy.

Turning around I snapped a quick selfie with all the new recruits behind me, pouting my lips like I was about to cry before sending it off to Lucy.

Lol, are those year’s rookies?

Yup. They’re making me take one of them on, thanks to you.

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