Page 93 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I wasn’t born into a legacy pack, but I’ve heard the rumors. I knew how violent they used to be and that a lot of them still trained their alphas like they might have to go to war tomorrow, but it had always seemed a bit far-fetched.

All of them were trained? Even the ones who didn’t have the red eyes?

Most of them had very normal jobs. Francisco Lopez was a lawyer for fuck’s sake. The Lopez law firm has been around for a few hundred years now and they were philanthropists – always donating to some cause or another if they weren’t funding it themselves.

The most successful suppressant in the country was developed by Genesis Pharmaceuticals which I’d found out was owned by the Lopez pack through all my digging.

So, for Frankie to be just as trained as me, someone who has spent the majority of my adulthood in the special forces…

She pulled her leg off my lap and got to her feet.

Despite how badly it had to hurt, she didn’t let the pain show.

I resisted the urge to yank her back down and watched as she pulled her hair out of her ponytail.

“Thanks for taking me all the way up here.” She gave me that weird little half-smile again before tugging on the shirt she was wearing. “I’ll wash this and return it tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I wanted her to keep it and wear it again even though there was absolutely no reason for her to do that.

“I need to take a shower.” Frankie waved at the front door. “Feel free to wait here for the cab. Once I hear back from Garcia, I’ll message you.”

She didn’t wait for me to respond before limping down the hall.

I sat there and listened to her turn on the water, going about her business like a strange alpha wasn’t sitting in her living room.

It reeked of omega and alpha pheromones in here and the sweet, musky scent of roses mixed with Frankie’s lavender citrus was making me irrational.

I knew she was close with Lucy Parker and I’d known they’d lived together before the omega had moved in with her alphas, but knowing it and smelling it were two very different things apparently.

A low rumble escaped my chest and I rubbed at the spot, not sure why I was acting like this.

I had no claim on Frankie. She wasn’t mine. She just happened to be someone I was hired to spy on.

Yanking the baseball cap off, I ran my hand over my hair and tossed my hat on the coffee table. Then I pulled the phone she’d given me over my head and turned off the recording, setting that next to my hat.

What was I going to do about this?

I was supposed to find any weakness Francesca Lopez might have and report it to my employer.

Somehow, I’d finally gained her trust.

Now here I was, in her apartment with no supervision whatsoever. I could dig through her stuff and find whatever might be lying around, but that was honestly the last thing I wanted to do.

Never in my life have my feelings ever contradicted my job and I had no fucking idea what to do about it.

I peeled off the scent blockers on the other side of my neck and then studied the clear material before tossing that on the table as well.

I’ve never tried to use my pheromones on anyone before either.

For any reason.

I’ve honestly never had to.

So, why was it so easy for me to do it earlier? Why had it beenso easyto calm her down? And why did I like that it worked as much as I did?

I liked Frankie as a person and yeah, I found her attractive, but that was par for the course with legacy alphas.

She was objectively gorgeous but it was the look in those big blue eyes whenever I surprised her or the way she laughed when she found something genuinely funny that made her truly stunning.

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