Page 88 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Her breath tickled my ear. “Where are you going?”

“To the car.” I paused and glanced over my shoulder to see her face was right there. “You said you wanted to go home.”

Frankie searched my eyes again, looking for something. I didn’t know what, but it didn’t really matter because she was the only person who’s ever looked into my eyes without fixating on the fact that only one of them was red.

“We found a pit full of dead body parts,” she reminded me. “We can’t just leave without telling someone.”

I’d argue we could, but I knew it would only bite her company in the ass later.

“Are you sure?” I didn’t want to make her deal with that right now, not on top of everything else.

“It shouldn’t take long,” she murmured. “Let’s just get it over with.”

Frankie pressed her face into the side of my neck that didn’t have any scent blockers on and took a deep breath, like my pheromones really did help her calm down.

That was crazy, right?

Well, she wasn’t the only one.

I was falling all over myself to take care of her and just the idea of making her talk to those cops while she was hurt infuriated me. I didn’t want them touching her. Fuck, I didn’t want them looking at her either.

But I didn’t want to upset her so I made my way through the park back to the original crime scene and the second that Garcia dude came running over, I tensed.

Frankie slid off my back though, hopping on one foot while smiling at Garcia as if all this was no big deal.

I pulled my cap down a little farther and stood there like an idiot, watching her act totally normal as she explained what happened and what she found. Garcia called it in and sent officers over to the location I gave him, asking her a thousand questions.

And Frankie answered everything effortlessly.

No one asked about the shirt she was wearing but Garcia did try to get her to let someone take a look at her ankle. He even grabbed her arm to pull her over to the bench and that was about as much as I could take.

“It’s just a sprained ankle,” I assured the beta as I pulled her back and out of his grip. “But I’ll take her to the hospital to make sure.”

Garcia gave me a surprised look, like he’d completely forgotten I was there. “Right, of course.”

I pulled Frankie closer and forced myself to look at the path we needed to take instead of anyone who might feel a way about an alpha acting a little weird about his partner.

“Go get looked at, James. I’ll send over whatever we find once the reports are written up.”

“Perfect, thank you.” She smiled again and I got the feeling that smile wasn’t real.

Was that the way she smiled at me? I couldn’t remember.

Frankie tried to walk back to the car and I pulled her to a stop. “You’re going to make it worse if you walk on it.”

I could deal with the act in front of all the cops, but seeing her try to hide the pain was making me feel a little volatile.

“It’s fine,” she insisted. “It’s feeling better.”

Clenching my jaw to keep from arguing, I let her use me as a crutch until we were out of eyesight of the cops. Then I crouched down in front of her again. “They can’t see us anymore so climb on.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t argue.

Frankie wrapped her arms around my neck and let me carry her all the way to the car, but she did protest when I headed to the passenger door.

“I can drive,” she insisted. “It’s just walking that’s a little difficult.”

As if I’d let her drive in this state.

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