Page 86 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I let her rest against my chest so I could clean the dirt and grime from her back. She was in nothing but her jeans and a sports bra, but thankfully, my body wasn’t reacting to that right now because I was too fucking worried to think about anything other than her well-being.

Never in my fucking life have I ever felt this way before.

I was legitimately scared and I honestly couldn’t remember ever feeling that emotion. I’m sure I have. Maybe as a kid or something, but nothing I could remember.

Pulling her out of that hole wasn’t what triggered me either. Frankie was a very capable person who could take care of herself.

What freaked me the fuck out was the way she’d reacted once she was back on solid ground. That kind of reaction was something I’ve only ever seen from soldiers with PTSD.

Once I was satisfied her skin was clean I grabbed my spare shirt out of my backpack and pulled it over her head. I gently guided her arms through the sleeves and then checked her pulse one more time.

I didn’t know why I was so afraid she’d pass out. It wasn’t like I couldn’t just carry her back to the car.

Maybe it was because I wanted to eradicate whatever it was that had her so scared she’d looked at me like that – like my brief flash of anger had crushed her heart and soul.

Telling her I wasn’t angry atherfelt pointless. She would never believe me when I told her I was actually pissed at myself.

I should have paid closer attention to what she was doing instead of focusing so hard on finding something—anythingto get her to smile at me again. I’d wanted her praise and recognition, drunk off her attention after she’d ignored me for so long.

I was a fucking idiot and she had me acting like I really was a rookie with no experience in the field.

Grabbing my water bottle, I twisted the top off with one hand and gently pressed the metal to her lips.

Her eyes popped open and a wave of relief flooded me. She was still conscious. That was something.

“Have some water,” I suggested. “Then I’ll check your leg.”

Frankie stiffened, but then relaxed. She didn’t take the water bottle from me though.

Gritting my teeth, I lifted it up for her and almost dropped the damn thing when those big blue eyes met mine.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this? I had no fucking idea but it was really starting to fuck with me. I mean…I’d used mypheromoneson her.

I’ve never used them with anyone before.

Ever.

For whatever reason, my instincts were driving mehard.

The scent of her fear and the death clinging to her skin had me ready to strip her down and rid her of it, but my shirt would be enough for now. I’d worry aboutwhyI wanted her to wear it later.

What was throwing me off even more than that was the way she was reacting to my pheromones.

The last thing I’d expected was for her to calm down and act so agreeable. Frankie was an alpha and another alpha’s pheromones usually came across as a taunt – an invitation for a fight. It didn’t matter that I was trying to reassure her.

My pheromones should be pissing her off but they weren’t.

I might be crazy, but I was pretty sure they were making her act almost submissive but that was impossible, right? There was no way that was actually what was happening here. I was just losing my mind.

That had to be it.

I put the cap back on my water bottle and put that away, checking her eyes again.

She was awake, but she didn’t seem very lucid so I shifted her body until she was resting against my backpack.

Grabbing her left boot, I ran my hands over her ankle and up her leg. “Does this hurt?”

Frankie shook her head, her hands reaching up to grip the shirt I’d put on her just like she had when I’d held her.

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