Page 6 of Foxy Filthy Omega

“Sorry, commander. Pop asked me to stop by before coming in.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t ask me for any details. “The new recruits are here.”

I plopped down in one of the chairs facing her desk and draped my arms over the sides as I tried to focus on this instead of the smell of blood and roses still lingering in my nose. “How many did you take on this summer?”

“Twenty-five, and you’re being assigned one of them.”

I groaned. “Auntie Lauren, do I have to?”

“Don’t ‘Auntie Lauren’ me and yes. He’s perfect for you.” She took off her glasses and handed me a folder full of papers I pretended not to see. “He has extensive cyber security experience from his time with the military. They had him working in the field so he’s fully trained and already licensed.”

I glared at her, not liking where this was going. “I already have a partner who’s fully trained and very,veryskilled when it comes to anything computer related.”

“Yes, but we don’t know exactly when she’ll be back and you’re a senior detective with great experience. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their senior.” My aunt waved the folder around impatiently. “Just look it over already.”

I stood and snatched the documents from her before leaning my hip against her desk. “You and my father have to be plotting together because there’s no way you both hand me annoying bullshit so early in the morning.”

They didn’t just think alike, they looked alike too. My aunt had the black hair and that whole office siren thing going on. They looked like twins when they stood next to each other in their sleek business wear.

The only difference was she had blue eyes instead of red.

My aunt was one of only two betas born into my father’s generation. The rest were all alphas which was actually insane when you thought about it. Most legacy packs only had a handful of alphas between all the cousins and of those, maybe one or two inherited the red eyes.

There were seven Lopez alphas including my father and four of them had inherited the red eyes. He hadninesiblings in total which was way too many in my opinion, but that was just the way things were back then. Pack wars were far more common and not all alphas survived into adulthood.

But, thanks to all those aunts and uncles I had eighty-three cousins.Eighty-three. That was an absurd number.

Out of all those cousins, there were forty-eight alphas, twenty-six betas, and nine omegas. Despite the numbers, there were only six alphas who’d inherited the red eyes and strength of a true legacy alpha.

Six cousins, three uncles, and one aunt who all thought they deserved the position of pack alpha.

Now two of them were dead.

I opened the folder and flipped through the resumes before stopping at the one I assumed she was planning to assign to me.

The new recruit looked nothing like I’d expected even though I couldn’t say exactly what I thought he would look like, but it certainly wasn’t this.

An alpha who looked like one of those quiet, soft-spoken nerds except his height and weight meant he was about the same size as Lucy’s legacy alphas. His black hair fell into his face, covering one of his eyes, and the other was a strange shade of brown I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.

His resume listed all the computer shit he was familiar with as well as the weapons and languages he was proficient in. The man was definitely an asset, but I still couldn’t decide how I felt about it.

If she’d planned to have him train under anyone else, I wouldn’t care, but my aunt wantedmeto train him.

Soren Hart looked like he could be a problem and I couldn’t say why exactly without sounding insane. Maybe it was the look in his eyes.

“He’s too skilled to pass up,” my aunt stated, clearly picking up on my thoughts. “The way you and Lucy work together is unique, but I think he can fill the void while she’s gone.”

I knew she was right, but I refused to admit it. If I did, that would be acknowledging the possibility that Lucy might never come back. And even if she did, the way we worked together would never be the same.

What was I going to do then?

How was I going to handle this change?

I tossed the folder onto the commander’s desk and forced myself to shrug with a disinterested look on my face. “Where are they now?”

“Orientation. Once that’s done, their assignments will be announced.” She glanced down at her fancy watch and smirked. “They should be wrapping up right about now actually.”

My aunt daintily placed her glasses back on and then gracefully pushed back from the desk. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her slacks and headed for the door, confidentthat I would follow despite the fact that she was the one onmypayroll.

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