Page 41 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Francesca was so desperate to be whatever she thought everyone else needed that she refused to accept whatsheneeded.

She was so caught up in the idea of what an alpha should or shouldn’t be that she wouldn’t let herself do anything she actually wanted to do.

Feminine alphas weren’t uncommon, but Frankie was so freaked out by her designation she wouldn’t let herself indulge in her feminine desires.

She wouldn’t touch anything that was pink even though it was her favorite color, like it might infect her with some disease if she wasn’t careful.

Her red hair and lipstick were as close as she’d allow herself.

Wearing a dress was always a risk for her, but she was taller than most female omegas so it wasn’t as taboo as the color pink or wearing bows in her hair like she used to.

Any femininity she allowed had to be sharp and deadly.

It suited her, but I still hated it because I knew how much she wanted someone to rely on.

That’s why the whole thing with Lucy had worked so well. Our little sister was very capable of taking care of herself as well as others.

Even Frankie.

But now Lucy had her own scent-matched partners. She wouldn’t be able to ground Frankie the same way she used to, and if what I’d read from the various reports over the last few months was right, her new dominant omega status was actually making Frankie worse.

What are you going to do now, Frankie? Your relationship with River is nearly over and I’m not the only one you feel drawn to anymore, am I?

My phone rang and I accepted the call, never once looking away from the cruel goddess wreaking havoc on my screen.

“Leonidas.” The deep, familiar voice on the other end of the line said my name like he was warning me.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Pop?”

Francisco Lopez sighed and I could easily picture him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Has she noticed your presence?”

“She has no idea I’m in the country, let alone her building.” I drained my latte and flipped through the last of the surveillance cameras. “Interfering with her business is your job, not mine.”

I wasn’t sure how many cases Francisco could redirect before Frankie noticed, but it was only a matter of time before shefigured it out and came for her father’s throat…maybe I’d even get lucky enough to see that in person.

“Have you found anything?” Lopez asked, his tone switching to the one I was more familiar with.

This was my alpha now, not the kind benefactor who’d taken me into his pack when I was just a kid.

My gaze slid from the empty halls in the Genesis building to Soren Hart who was taking the full brunt of Frankie’s impatience and irritation as he struck the pads she held while barking at him to speed up.

Telling Francisco the new recruit was a spy would end my hunt before I was ready for that.

I wanted to follow the trail back to the source or I’d end up having to do twice the work when a new spy was planted.

There was also the possibility that this one would willingly give us his source if Frankie continued to work her magic on him. Not that I expected either of them to figure out that was happening before I stepped in.

“I’ve located a few bugs that aren’t ours, but haven’t tracked their sources yet,” I admitted. “I should have one of them traced by tonight.”

I didn’t ask about his brother or any of the other legacy alphas in the pack. It wasn’t my business, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t keeping tabs on it for myself and Frankie.

The Lopez alpha would never do anything that might put his children in harm’s way, but he was ruthless and, at times, single-minded. He wanted Frankie to be strong and safe. He would let her do whatever it was she wanted as long as those two things stayed true.

Even name her his heir when he knew it would only trap her in the mess she’s made.

How could he argue when it was what she wanted?

Thankfully, I didn’t have that problem. I didn’t care about the next alpha of the Lopez pack as long as it didn’t affect Frankie. Francisco could declare an earthworm as the next alpha and it wouldn’t matter to me, but Frankie?

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