Page 67 of Frenzy
“Okay, yes. Uh-huh. Yep.” Loren’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really? I’ve never thought of it that way. Oh, um, I’m self-taught.” Whatever Miranda said at the other end of the line made Loren gulp. “I mean, it's fine. I was a drug runner, ma'am—exploding people was the point.” He dropped his head, and whatever the Witch Miranda was saying on the other end, it was obviously a tongue lashing. She was scary as fuck; scarier than even Alexander, the motherfucking Dragon Lord. I’d met them both rescuing Naja and I honestly hoped I never had to meet them again.
Loren nodded once more. “Thank you. Yes, ma’am. Bye.” He handed the phone back to Raine and strode past me with a huff. “You owe me so fucking big, Alpha. So. Fucking. Big.”
Within twenty minutes, the scent of Omegas in heat dissipated, and the world went back to normal.
Well, normalish.
37
Bonnie
Being a newly minted female Omega was a weird freaking experience. Before, I’d been dismissed, disregarded by most people except Radic and a select handful that I’d known my whole life. When I became close to Courtland, the new Alpha General, people started to see me.
Now? I may as well be a giant fucking pimple on the ass cheek of a Victoria’s Secret model. I was stared at no matter where I was, and it was always followed by whispers.
Most of them, especially mated Beta females, were just curious about what it would be like to win the genetic lottery. Some weren’t as nice, and there was a lot of talk that I had trapped Courtland during my heat. They didn’t know he’d asked me to be Pack before this whole damn thing happened.
Nope, they thought I’d snared their Alpha General, and the pretty new Omega to boot, with the power of my magical vagina. I didn’t care. Not even a little. Let those fuckers think what they wanted. I didn’t know how the other Beta-Now-Omega girls were coping—we didn’t have a support group or anything—but most of them had squirreled themselves away to come to terms with shit, I guess. This madness that was now their life.
Susannah had gone back to Wilkie as the Omega he always wanted, which made no fucking sense, but Susannah had always been a bit of an enigma. The only one of the new Omega females who seemed to be just lapping up the attention was Electra. She was the daughter of one of the Legion Generals, and was already used to being fawned over. Now, as an Omega female, she’d been exalted to nearly goddess-like levels of adulation. She was young and beautiful, and all the bachelor Alphas were panting around her still, despite not being in heat.
But an Omega always chooses, and it didn’t matter that a week ago, we’d been Betas.
I rolled my eyes as Electra fluttered her eyelashes and pretended to be a demure Omega, despite the fact I knew for certain she’d thrown coffee in the face of one of the Sanctum kids who worked here after school last week because she didn’t like how it was made. Our designations had changed, not our personalities. And Electra had always been a spoiled child.
“Why are we glaring daggers at that girl?” Dominic whispered into my ear.
I looked over my shoulder at him, lifting my chin for a kiss. “Because she's an asshole. Now kiss me.”
He chuckled low in his throat, before taking my lips with his. Dominic didn’t believe in demure, I was beginning to learn. Dominic kissed you like you were his to devour every damn time. By the time I pulled away, the whole cafe was staring at me.
Purposefully ignoring them, I walked up to Taylor at the counter, who had his nose screwed up. “What?”
“No offense, Bonnie, but that's kind of like watching my mom kiss someone. Ew.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—laugh because his face was hilarious, or cry because he saw me as some kind of parental figure who he didn’t want to see making out. It meant I was getting somewhere with him, getting him to open up, and that made me happy as hell.
“I’ll have you know that I’m not that old and I still like kissing.”
I laughed as Taylor pretended to gag. “Just, no more PDA’s okay?”
Dominic nuzzled my neck and took a big step away. “Sure thing, kid. Just for you.”
Someone made a choking noise, and I realized Electra had come to stand in line behind us. She looked me up and down, then looked at Dominic. She pursed pretty pink lips like she’d just sucked something sour. “You could do better.”
Dominic turned toward her, his smile upping in wattage until Electra looked like she’d forgotten how to breathe. He loomed over her a little, his eyes hooded in a classic bedroom expression.
“Are you offering, baby girl?” he purred.
I knew her parents were fundamentalists who’d have a coronorary if their child fucked a shifter, but little did they know, she'd blown every Manix in town under forty with a dick still attached.
“Anytime,” she whispered back, her eyelashes fluttering.
Dominic grabbed her chin and tilted her head back, making her lips part in a pant. “What if I said right now? What if I asked you to drop to those knees, in those pretty five hundred dollar jeans, and suck my cock? You’d do it, wouldn’t you?” He moved his hand away and wiped it on his pants. “You’d do it because you are the kind of person who has no substance. You’re an empty vessel for someone to put their dick in, and eventually their kid.” He pointed at me. “She is worth three of you on her worst day.”
Electra spluttered. “She’s about the size of three of me, that's it.”
Dominic threw back his head and laughed. “Maybe? But wrapped between those thighs, while she’s screaming my name? That’s fucking heaven, Manix Barbie. The kind of nirvana you’ll never find because you’re a taker. A drain on society.” He dropped his voice. “Ugly, inside and out.” Then he stepped back toward me and gave me one more kiss, before looking over at Taylor. “Broke my promise already. Sorry, kid.”
