Page 1 of Foxy Filthy Omega

CHAPTER 1

Frankie

The doorto my father’s greenhouse swung open and I stepped inside, instantly accosted by the smell of blood and roses.

My stomach turned and I steeled myself for what I was about to see.

“Francesca.” Peter, my father’s butler and assistant, bowed his head slightly before stepping aside. “He’s in the back.”

I kept my hands in the pockets of my motorcycle jacket so he wouldn’t see how badly they were shaking and nodded once before brushing by him.

This was the kind of bullshit that went along with being the heir to a legacy pack, but I hadn’t expected it to start so soon.

Unfortunately, it didn’t matter if I was ready or not.

This wasn’t something I could avoid or ignore. I was the only alpha child of the current alpha, and this was my job now. I knew that when I’d agreed to come back, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t hoped it would never happen.

Wishful, naïve thinking.

My father sat at his usual wrought iron table, one leg crossed over the other as he sipped his espresso. His pencil scratchedacross the paper of his sudoku book, appearing aloof and completely unbothered by the carnage around him.

I caught sight of a leg sticking out from behind him and swiftly looked away before the nausea could get any worse.

A white tank top and suspenders made him look more casual than normal, displaying the pack tattoo on his forearm. His leather shoes were custom made and his hair was white at the sides, showing his age, but the rest was still pitch black – a gentleman through and through.

But my father was the farthest thing from gentle to ever exist.

“Francesca.” He smiled at me over the rim of his cup. “You made it here faster than I anticipated.”

“You said there was a body,” I reminded him, inclining my head towards the blood soaking into the stone floor of the greenhouse just under his ridiculously expensive oxfords.

Being the child of an alpha like Francesco Lopez meant I was one of the few people on the planet he doted on, but that didn’t mean I was exempt from his expectations. I was a member of his pack again, and I couldn’t make a single mistake or everything would fall apart.

I had to be the example. I had to live up to his legacy and I had to be the alpha they all needed despite not inheriting the red eyes of a true legacy alpha.

“Come take a look,” my father told me. It technically wasn’t a command, but I treated it as one regardless.

Not like I actually had a choice anyway.

I walked past the roses in every color of red imaginable. Some were as bright as my hair, and some were so dark they looked black. The thick scent of them always reminded me of my sister, Lucy.

Normally, I’d find that comforting, but not today.

When I reached the wrought iron table, I stopped and stared down at the body of one of my uncles, relieved to see it stilllooked relatively fresh. If there had been any discoloration I’d be trying my best not to puke right now.

It wasn’t even the blood or its coppery smell that bothered me but the gummy sensation of dead flesh. I didn’t have Lucy’s nose, but my sense of smell was still better than most thanks to being born into a legacy pack.

Rot was the smell I couldn’t handle.

Decay.

It was less of an issue when mixed with chemicals, but we were surrounded by dirt from all my father’s roses and the combination of death and earth hit me hard enough I was glad I hadn’t had time to eat yet.

“Thoughts?” my father asked, as he considered his sudoku puzzle.

“Did you kill him?” I tilted my head slightly and studied the body of my uncle, the one who’d hated my father the most.

“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?” Francisco drained the rest of his espresso and set the tiny cup down, making my entire body tense. “Do you think I did?”

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