Page 111 of Broken Omega

I think about it and shake my head. “He’s always been very private. His study at home was always out of bounds to me as a kid. He took a lot of calls that made him angry, but, honestly, if you know my father, that doesn’t mean much.”

I’m halfway thrilled and halfway terrified.

My father’s up to something that could get him locked away for the rest of his life.

But if we investigate, I’ll be putting myself back in his crosshairs.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought all of that up,” Kellan says, shaking his head.

“No, I’m glad you did. It’s important. It’s just a lot.”

He’s shocked me about as much as I shocked him earlier tonight.

I guess that makes us even.

“Let’s just forget it for now,” I tell him, shrugging it off.

It’s a little harder than I think to let it go, but I know that’s because the idea of my father rotting away behind bars for the rest of his miserable life would make me so damn happy.

I guess that makes me a bad daughter.

It’s only what he deserves for being a terrible father.

I pull out my chair and sit down as Kellan blows out the match he used to light the wicks of the second candle. It’s sort of romantic now that we have the candle-lit glow, and we can actually see each other’s faces properly.

He sits down opposite me at the small table.

For the second time tonight, we’re sitting down to dinner.

In my bare feet and a torn, stained designer dress, sitting in the dark with an Alpha who might actually hate my father as much as I do, I like the whole vibe of this dinner so much better.

KELLAN

Despite the odd circumstances, and the less than pleasant pre-dinner conversation, Brooke is relaxed and happy while she eats her sandwich. Bringing up her father’s dodgy business dealings wasn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had, but I realized I couldn’t lie about it once I got started. She deserves to know the truth. She also deserves to have a good night after everything she went through to get out of the academy, so I’m glad we’ve shelved that conversation for now.

She sighs softly as she takes another bite of the sandwich.

“It’s pretty good, right?” I ask.

“Mmm,” she moans, making my dick twitch inside my pants.

Inappropriate, Kellan. The woman is hungry. That’s all.

Unfortunately, my dick possesses a mind of its own. It doesn’t take orders to settle down when it decides it’s awake and ready to be used. I might need to excuse myself from the table if my sexy, unclaimed mate continues to eat as if she’s in love with her food.

I try to concentrate on my own dinner, but it’s completely lost any appeal it might have had before Brooke started moaning out her appreciation.

Reaching for a can of soda, I settle for a rush of sugar over a protein infusion.

That plan backfires quickly. The jolt of energy goes straight to my dick.

It becomes a steel-rod inside my suddenly way too tight designer suit pants.

Christ, these things have zero stretch in them.

Brooke finishes one half of her sandwich and gives me a smile. “Thanks for going out and getting that. I really needed it.”

“No problem.” I squirm in the chair, trying to find more room in the pants for my out-of-control dick.

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