Page 9 of Foxy Filthy Omega

You’ll survive.

I couldn’t help but smirk and then sent her the middle finger emoji in response.

Lucy didn’t need to know about Arturo’s father being found dead this morning. I knew she’d find out eventually, but I wasn’t going to ruin her honeymoon by dropping that kind of bomb on her when there was nothing either of us could do about it.

Knowing her, she’d come right back If I said anything and that was the last thing I wanted.

It was only a matter of time though. She had too many fucking spyware programs installed on all of our computers for me to keep anything from her for long.

Once my uncle’s body was ‘officially’ found, she’d ask me about it and Lucy was the one person I couldn’t lie to.

“James! Come get your rookie.”

Slipping my phone into my back pocket, I walked toward the podium and ignored all the stares.

Everyone avoided me now that they knew I wasn’t a regular alpha, but the daughter and heir of Francisco Lopez, one of the most powerful legacy alphas in the city.

It didn’t matter to them that I’ve never gotten preferential treatment or that I’ve worked my ass off for my rank and status within the company. I was Francesca Lopez now. Not James.

Pretending otherwise wasn’t going to work anymore.

I guess I should officially change my name back like my father wanted me to since it was the only change I could handle right now without falling apart.

The rookie stood and joined the commander as I approached, towering over her.

I kept my eyes on my aunt, already annoyed.

Why did all the male alphas have to be so fucking big? It always felt like they were rubbing it in my face – their sheer strength and size constantly overshadowing me.

Being a female alpha wasn’t that hard, but being a female legacy alpha? It felt fucking impossible sometimes.

Yeah, I was at least six feet tall but most male betas were still taller than me. I was strong as fuck thanks to all my constant training but I would never look as intimidating as my father.

On top of all that, I’d never gotten the red eyes.

I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at my aunt, daring her to say something ridiculous like how amazing I was at training rookies.

“James, this is Soren Hart.” She gave me a sly smile and then turned back to the rookie. “As her partner is currently on a leave of absence, Frankie James will be your senior but please be patient with her, she’s never partnered with a rookie before.”

I rolled my eyes and reached out to shake his hand.

That’s when I saw it.

Soren Hart’s eyes weren’t brown. At least, not both of them.

The eye partially covered by his hair wasred– the color of a legacy alpha.

But the other one?

A quarter of his eye near the bottom was red and the rest was a very pretty, honey-colored brown.

This rookie wasn’t just an alpha. He was alegacyalpha…or something like it.

I couldn’t stop myself from staring and I jumped when the warmth of his hand smothered mine, reminding me just how big he was.

Soren’s voice was softer than I expected when he said, “I’m in your capable hands, Ms. James. Please take good care of me.”

A thrill went through me at those words and I snatched my hand back, horrified by my reaction to his soft request.

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