Page 118 of Foxy Filthy Omega

What the fuck did shewant?I couldn’t figure it out. Not on my own. But this guy…he might be able to help me. One way or another.

I just had to push him in the right direction.

“Are you going to keep working this job?” I tilted my head the other way and narrowed my eyes when his pupils contracted to pinpoints. “Are you going to tell them Frankie was buried alive with a bunch of dead bodies during her alpha training and that’s why she gets so squeamish?”

There. That was the emotion I wanted to see.Outrage. For her.

“Was it you?” His calm question made it seem like he didn’t particularly care but the state of his pheromones said otherwise.

“It wasn’t me, but I was there.” I fiddled with the handle of a machete of all things. “I wasn’t allowed to interfere with her training but I wasn’t going to let her die either. So, I waited and waited, but she didn’t need me. She got out all on her own.”

“What the fuck is wrong with all of you?” Soren demanded, his hand wrapping around my throat to slam me down on the table.

He even went so far as to bare his canines at me.

“Frankie wanted to be an alpha,” I reminded him. “So she had to go through alpha training.”

“Why would you let them do that to her?” Soren was growling again and I knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t tattle on her. “How could you just stand there and donothing?”

“Because she deserved it,” I snarled, losing control of my temper thanks to his aggressive, volatile pheromones. “She deserved to experienceexactlywhat she’d asked for – to be treated like everyone else because I was no one to her by then. Just another obstacle to herstatus.”

I didn’t like the way Soren was staring at me.

Knocking his hand off me wasn’t easy, but I managed it.

This rat was stronger than all the others. I couldn’t forget that. But he wasn’t stronger than me.

Yanking off the hoodie as I stood, I tossed it on a nearby chair. It was way too hot in here and I slicked my hair back with my sweat.

His pheromones were thick, filling up the apartment with the smell of cedarwood and geranium of all things. There was a hint of patchouli too but the geranium was what really caught me off guard.

Surprisingly, he didn’t direct his anger and frustration at me either but it still colored his scent and raised my hackles.

Thanks to Francisco I didn’t feel the need to respond to another alpha’s pheromones when they were raging out unless it was directed at me. This guy was just losing his shit because he didn’t understand the world of legacies which was fair.

Even I didn’t really understand it, I lived in that world. I just did what was best for Frankie. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Are you going to keep working this job?” I asked again, forcing myself to calm down so I could finish this task and go about my merry way.

“Let me get this straight.” Soren ran his hand through his hair, pushing all his hair up and back to fully expose his mismatched eyes. “She wants nothing to do with you because you would get in the way of her status? That doesn’t sound like her.”

Aw, he had it bad didn’t he?

“I know you haven’t known each other for long, but I’ll let you in on a little secret. She’s not the benevolent creature you think she is.”

I picked up his machete and eyed the sharp edge. “She has this uncanny way of ignoring her emotions if a person doesn’t serve her purpose. Regardless of how strongly she feels about them. And you? You don’t serve her purpose, but you do serve mine.”

Soren glared at me and reached for the machete but I shifted just enough he missed. “What exactly does that mean?”

I set the edge of the blade against his neck and tilted my head. “She likes you enough to ignore you. Didn’t want me to kill you either. That means you’re valuable.”

“I’m not going to let you use me to get back at her,” Soren warned.

“Get a little more creative, geez.” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I want to get back at her anyway? My life is hers to do with as she pleases, whether that means she treats me like nothing or not.”

It didn’t really matter to me because I would always be her tool.

Those mismatched eyes dropped to the shiny metal of the machete and I watched with interest as he reached up to slide histhumb along the edge, slicing his flesh open like he couldn’t feel a thing.

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