Page 148 of Foxy Filthy Omega

“Why are you always sticking your nose in my business?” I threw the machete back onto the table and ran both hands through my hair.

I was two seconds away from ripping all the hair out of my head, but doing that wouldn’t help me understand what the fuck was going on right now.

“I didn’t expect him to go into rut,” Leo grumbled. “Or for you to help him through it.”

“Oh really?” I glared at him. “Then why are you so fucking smug about this?”

His red eyes flashed me a warning. “Because this time, it wasn’t my fault.”

I wanted to scream.

Of course he would look at it that way. I was a fucking idiot to believe Leo would ever think anythingnormal.

“She needs to see a doctor,” Soren reminded him. “Whatever else is going on can wait.”

“I don’t need to see a doctor.” I stomped into the kitchen, looking for my keys and jacket. “It would actually be better if I don’t see anyone.”

Soren was suddenly standing between me and the front door, looking absolutely frantic. “It’s my fault that you’re in pain right now and I don’t want you to keep hurting. No matter how crazy I got, I shouldn’t have tried to mark you and I’ll apologize a million times for it, but please—pleasesee a doctor.”

“This isn’t your fault so you don’t have to apologize.” No, this was my fault, as usual.

I scooped my keys and gun up from the counter where they sat next to the soup he never ate.

Where the fuck was my jacket?

I turned around and Leo was dangling my jacket from one hand and spinning the shark keychain around and around with the other.

“You’re really going to leave without explaining anything?” Leo chuckled and shook his head. “That’s so cruel, Francesca, but I expect nothing less of you.”

Soren hesitated but he didn’t demand any answers. He just watched me like he was terrified I was going to jump out the window or something.

Honestly, I was tempted.

The last thing I wanted to do was figure out why Leo was so keen on getting me to open up to Soren or why he’d felt the need to reach out to him in the first place. I also didn’t want to see the look on Soren’s face when he found out what I was.

Because Leo was right.

I really did like Soren. A lot. Enough to help him through his rut even knowing the risks. He made me feel comfortable in my own skin and the way he looked at me…

My eyes were burning again but I forced myself to hold Leo’s gaze, knowing Soren would freak out if he saw I wasthis closeto crying.

What was I supposed to do if Soren found it disgusting that I wasn’t a real alpha? What if he hated that I was an omega now?

I wasn’t a real omega either. I was nothing.

A genetic mistake who couldn’t settle on a designation because I didn’t know who I was.

I didn't even know who Iwantedto be.

Leo’s jaw clenched when he saw the tears in my eyes, but he didn’t try to comfort me. He knew me well enough to know the last thing I wanted was to be held by him even if none of this was his fault.

I still blamed him.

He was always meddling in my affairs. Trying to push and prod me into making a decision all while constantly reminding me that he was right here, waiting for me to accept him.

I hated him for that. Hated how I knew without a doubt that he’d still be here waiting even if Soren walked away. It didn’t matter to him that I’d blame him for that too because he knew I’d never force him to leave the pack.

His role in my life didn’t matter to him as long as he got to stay by my side.

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