Page 122 of Foxy Filthy Omega

“What do you want to know?” I yanked my wrists apart and snapped the zip ties. My shoulders were starting to hurt or I wouldn’t have even bothered.

I was fucking exhausted.

All of this was straining my patience and I had no idea what to do about my raging pheromones, but I could answer questions. I was good at that.

“Who do you work for?” Leo didn’t move from his bizarre crouch. It was weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing he’s done.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was hired through a third party. All I know is they’re someone in the Lopez pack.”

“Are you capable of finding out who it is?”

I massaged my bad shoulder and considered it. “Maybe. Given the right circumstances. I would need access to the Lopez compound before I could even try though.”

Leo slipped his phone back in his pocket and watched me, still refusing to blink.

The weirdest thing about him was how indifferent he was to my very existence. He clearly had some kind of claim on Frankie, but he wasn’t trying to use it to get me to back off. If anything, it seemed like he was trying to bring me closer.

I could smell the tiniest whiff of her lavender citrus on him, barely noticeable to the average person. It wasn’t strong enough to indicate a bond, but it meant something.

Leo narrowed his eyes at me. It was the one thing he did that gave me some idea of what he was thinking.

This guy was trying to decide if I was more useful alive than dead.

Again.

“How did you get her to say your name?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” I admitted as I reached back to yank off my shirt and used it to wipe any remaining blood off my face. “I don’t even know why she decided to act like I existed again.”

Leo sighed and looked away, the tension between us easing ever so slightly. “I called the pack doctor to take a look at her ankle and check her pheromone levels, but even if it’s badly sprained she’ll go into work tomorrow.”

I paused and studied this alpha who seemed to have more control than anyone I’ve ever met before, even me.

Why did he bother telling me that? What exactly was he trying to accomplish?

All I knew was I served his purpose but I had no idea what that purpose was.

“I’m telling you this so you don’t try to take her to the hospital,” Leo explained.

I found it extremely disconcerting that he could read me so well.

The other alpha finally stood and crossed the room slowly, his posture telling me he didn’t want a fight but the sharp look in his eyes told me he was always ready for one. He handed me his phone and I stared at it, not sure what he wanted me to do with it.

Leo lost his patience when I didn’t take it and shoved it in my face. “Put your number in here. I need to be able to contact you.”

I took it and typed in my number, wondering what exactly I was getting myself into.

Not once have I told him what I planned to do, but Leo acted like he already knew. He was treating me like an ally of some sort. To him, this was already decided.

It was the most unassuming form of manipulation and dominance I’ve ever experienced and itreallypissed me off.

The problem was, I couldn’t argue with him because we both knew I wouldn’t be able to get the job done.

Leo read me like a book and used that knowledge to put me right where he wanted me.

I handed him the phone back and sighed, forcing all the anger and irritation to drain away. “All I ask is that you don’t treat me like a subordinate. I’m not your tool to be used and then cast aside.”

“No, you’re going to be her tool.” Leo texted me a rat emoji and then gave me his signature grin. “Oh, and just out of curiosity, how do you feel about becoming an omega?”

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