Page 94 of Foxy Filthy Omega

The way everyone around her acted rubbed me the wrong way too.

She may be a legacy alpha, but she was still human. There was only so much one individual could do on their own. It didn’t matter how strong or powerful she was. Frankie deserved to have someone to rely on just as much as everyone seemed to rely on her.

Now I just had to figure out whyIwanted to be that person.

I sighed and aggressively ran my hand through my hair, forcing the strands to stick up straight. It didn’t matter why I wanted to be that person because that wasn’t a role I could ever fill.

She was a job and I was the asshole spying on her.

But I didn’t think I could hand over her weakness no matter what it was. I just couldn’t. This insane feeling boiling in my chest wouldn’t let me and I would honestly hate myself for the rest of my life if I ever hurt her.

The only other option was quitting the job, but I didn’t know how to do that without putting her in even more danger.

At some point she’d find out who I really was. I didn’t know how or when but I did know she had the resources and intelligence to figure it out eventually.

What was I supposed to do now?

I gripped my hair and almost ripped it out in frustration. I’ve never been in this position before and I had no idea what to fucking do. I had no one to call to ask for advice. I was completely and utterly alone.

Just like Frankie.

Maybe I should take some time off to figure out what the fuck I should do.

The water shut off and I ran my hand over my face, realizing I never called the cab company.

Well, I did want to make sure she was okay before leaving and take one last look at her ankle. If she didn’t agree to send me updates I had no plans to leave.

How else was I supposed to know if I needed to take her to the hospital or not?

Frankie walked down the hall in nothing but these tiny little shorts and a tank top – no bra. Normally, I wouldn’t notice something like that but her nipples were pushing the fabric out and practically demanding my attention.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. “Are they still not here?”

I couldn’t open my mouth. If I did, I’d say something really fucking asinine. Or I’d try to put one of those nipples in my mouth.

Looking away, I ran my both hands through my hair, wishing she didn’t smell so good.

Without the scent blockers and the smell of death lingering on her skin, I could smell her pure undiluted scent and it was fucking mouthwatering.

“Soren? Are you okay?”

She was still limping and I couldn’t handle that on top of everything else.

I got up and pushed her down on the couch, taking the towel so I could dry her hair.

Focusing on that helped settle whatever sensation was bubbling just under my skin, threatening to explode.

Her hand wrapped around my wrist, squeezing hard enough to hurt. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I honestly had no idea. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Well don’t.” She yanked the towel out of my grip and I flinched at the sharp tone in her voice.

Yeah, it was definitely time to leave.

I bent down to grab my backpack and my eyes seemed to have a life of their own because all I could do was stare at her bare legs.

“Soren.”

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