Page 4 of Foxy Filthy Omega

And just like that, all traces of murder disappeared before my very eyes.

It was times like this that I was deeply grateful I never became a cop.

The police department was stupid enough to refuse to hire an omega so in retaliation I’d created the Genesis Armed Detective Agency instead. For Lucy. And for me.

I’d wanted to see what I could do without the Lopez name and I’d thought that if I could show my father what I was capable of without his influence giving me all the possible opportunities I could ever want, he’d reconsider naming a legacy alpha without red eyes as his heir.

I’d proved myself and in return, my father had placed his trust in me which was why I couldn’t fuck this up.

My whole life, I’ve been trying to live up to the idea of what a true legacy alpha should be. I did my best to keep Lucy safe and healthy even though she wanted nothing to do with other alphas, let alone legacy alphas.

My father had trusted me to take care of her. No one else. Because he knew exactly how an alpha with a younger omega sibling was.

We were even more protective than a bonded alpha to their omega.

I would kill for Lucy – doanythingfor her, because Lucy was my family—mine to protect.

And always would be.

Liam and Cas weren’t my rivals. They were a part of my sister’s pack, so now they were also a part of mine.

But I had to admit. I was a little bit jealous. Not of them, but of her.

Lucy was comfortable in her skin. She knew exactly who she was and didn’t try to pretend she was anything else. I had always wished I could be more like her.

“What do you need me to do now?” I watched as they started scrubbing the blood from the stone, feeling detached from my surroundings.

More betas came in with power tools, planning to replace the tile completely if I was right.

“I don’t need you to do anything.” My father pushed my shoulder and turned my body back toward the house. “I just needed you to be aware of what was going on.”

We walked through the greenhouse back towards the main house and I tried not to feel anxious about whatever he planned to do next.

Maybe I should take some time off work and help him out.

“I’ll be calling in some more agents to help gather the evidence we need and manage any incidents before they happen,” he informed me.

We walked leisurely through the greenhouse as if there wasn’t a small army wiping away any trace of death behind us.

“At this point, I don’t need you to get involved, but you should be on your guard. This is no doubt in retaliation to naming you my heir.”

I’d known this could happen, but it still shocked me.

What exactly was I doing wrong? What was I failing at? Was it just that I didn’t have the red eyes, or was it because I didn’t act ‘alpha’ enough?

If I was lucky, it was just because I’ve been laying low for the past ten years.

That I could handle.

But if they found out I wasn’t a real alpha it would be a fucking disaster.

Too bad my current engagement was nothing more than a business deal, because there was a chance my father was right. I could become a true alpha if I bonded someone, but unfortunately it wasn’t guaranteed.

“Go to work,” my father told me, his tone almost gentle. “Do what you can there. I’ll take care of everything else.”

We stepped out into the bright, morning sun and I looked up at the cloudless sky with a broad smile pasted on my face. It was going to be a beautiful summer day.

“I could help,” I offered. “This is literally what I do for a living.”

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