Page 45 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Destroyed him beyond repair.

My father had brought this man into our pack as a damaged, traumatized child. His alpha father may have been a family annihilator but Leo was a stubborn asshole who refused to die even after being shot twice.

He’d watched his father kill his whole family right in front of him at the tender age of thirteen.

I was only ten years old when my father took me to the hospital to visit the boy he was trying to save.

When they brought this boy to the hospital, he apparently had green eyes, but when I stepped into his patient room, he’dopened them to show the whole world a new legacy alpha was born.

I still remembered the way he’d looked at me first, ignoring my father completely.

His intensity had scared me even back then. I’d hidden behind my father, peeking out at the boy covered in gunshot wounds.

Too stubborn to die, Lopez declared proudly.

That statement held true even after all these years but I still worried about him. Even when I knew I shouldn’t.

That stubborn boy had told Francisco he wouldn’t join our pack unlessIasked him to – insisted that he’d let the system take him if he couldn’t stay by my side. That was the moment I’d fallen hopelessly in love with him.

My father had been hesitant to agree, but I’d walked toward the boy as if in a trance and asked him to join my pack and never leave my side.

There was something about him I’d needed even then, and he just…gave it to me.

He didn’t even care that he scared me despite the fact that I was completely enamored with him.

And Leo was gentle with me, even after what had happened to him.

He’d taken it upon himself to care for me even though I didn’t need it…I just wanted it. Desperately. And he somehow knew it. Leo picked up on my smallest tells even faster than Lucy had.

It didn’t take long until it felt like he was the only person in the world who really knew me, at least, until I became an alpha.

After that, I couldn’t be his sister, but I couldn’t be his friend either.

Not really.

Unfortunately, that was all I could offer him.

I was a fucking idiot for thinking someone who’d survived his father’s attempts to kill him would be able to stand losing the only love and affection he had left.

Leo was dangerous.

“…isn’t that right, Francesca?”

I had no idea what my father was talking about and I couldn’t pretend to listen anymore. Not when it was all I could do just to breathe.

“Actually, I’m not feeling well. May I be excused, Lopez?” Using my father’s formal title was cheating, but I needed to get the fuck out of here before I freaked out and they all knew just howweakI was.

“Of course. I hope you get some rest and feel better.”

Shoving back from the table, I got up and headed for the door. I knew my father meant well, but it was hard to believe he was actually this dense.

Did he really not know about our history? Did he expect me to welcome Leo back with open arms after everything that happened? Was I supposed to treat him like my brother, or maybe my best friend?

How could I after what I did to him?

My body knew this house intimately. Even still, I felt my hip collide with the buffet table hard enough to bruise before I pushed through the door.

Every hall looked the same and I had no idea how I got from the dining room to the front door, but I managed it.

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