Page 89 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I set her down and pulled the keys off the hook on her belt, ignoring her completely.

Unlocking the car, I yanked open the door and threw my backpack in the back seat, ready to physically put her in the car if I had to.

Frankie glared up at me but I didn’t budge. I just stared down at her and raised an eyebrow, silently asking how long she was planning to act like a brat about this.

“This is my car,” she reminded me.

“Yes, it is.” I scooped her up and carefully placed her in the passenger seat.

“Hart. What do you think you’re doing?” She sounded absolutely outraged, but her scent was still calm and relaxed so I ignored the pitiful attempts to get me off of her and reached for the seatbelt. “Soren!”

My name made me pause and I turned my head, freezing when I saw just how close her face was to mine.

“I can do it myself,” Frankie grumbled as she yanked the seatbelt out of my hand.

She was so fucking adorable right now that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to kiss her. Maybe even see what she’d do if I let her scent just how badly I was losing my mind right now.

Would she be disgusted by my need to see her reach for me again? Would she think I was trying to undermine her when I did my very best to make her cry again? I wanted to see those tears I just knew she didn’t let anyone else see, but not because she was afraid.

I wanted to see her cry because she felt too good to stay composed.

The sensation that came over me…this ache I felt every time I thought about how this woman was trying her best not to show a single ounce of weakness – to the point that she was so incredibly isolated that someone likemecould reassure her…

She should have her pack – her family. Frankie was a legacy alpha. She should be surrounded by people ready and willing to do anything and everything for her, but all she seemed to have was me.

How could I ever leave her?

CHAPTER 27

Soren

I blinkedand realized I’ve just been staring at her. “Sorry.” I stood up straight and closed her door for her.

What the fuck was I thinking? I didn’t want to leave her? Really? What waswrongwith me?

I barely knew this woman and yet here I was, ready to declare my undying loyalty to her.

Was that a legacy alpha thing? She didn’t have the red eyes, but I knew better than anyone that didn’t actually matter. What mattered was how they handled the people around them.

Frankie didn’t need to use her dominance to get people to do things for her.

I ran my hand through my hair and made my way around the car. This was ridiculous.

Opening the door and sliding into the driver’s seat, I tried to calm my mind but I wasn’t sure how to do that when the cause of all these disconcerting thoughts and urges was sitting right next to me.

“Do you know how to drive a stick?” she asked as she fiddled with the shark keychain.

I eyed it, feeling irrationally annoyed by its very existence and I had no idea why. “Yeah, I do.”

Pressing the clutch in, I turned the ignition and put the gear shift in neutral as I tried to sort through my thoughts.

I handed her my phone with the GPS app open. “Put in your address.”

“What about you? Your car is back at the agency.”

I couldn’t look at her or I’d do something stupid. “It’s not a problem. I’ll just call a cab.”

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