Page 58 of Broken Omega

“Brooke …” Henry mutters behind us.

He sounds pissed off, and he probably is.

Before Frost interrupted us, he was asking if he could come find me in my suite after the emergency services are gone and the building’s been cleared. I was still kind of shaken up, thoughts spinning over what I’d seen. I’d been ready to agree to anything to avoid thinking about it anymore.

I’m glad now that I didn’t.

He didn’t make me feel like this.

And this is worth holding out for.

Unfortunately, Henry doesn’t seem to have noticed I’ve moved on, and he’s following us.

“You’re exhausted, Brooke,” Henry insists. “I should put you to bed.”

“While the suspect is at large?” Frost asks, his icy tone and hard stare showing exactly what he thinks of the interruption.

He silences Henry that easily. Seconds pass. Minutes. He doesn’t have an argument to give.

Holy hell.This man bleeds Alpha energy. Real Alpha energy.

Commanding, and protective, he makes me feel instantly safe in his presence.

If guess if he’s really a paramedic, then he’s probably a Beta.

That doesn’t matter. He’s already a million times sexier than every Alpha I’ve had the misfortune of encountering over my years at the academy.

“I should check you over,” he tells me. “Inside the ambulance.”

Unlike Henry’s offer, this is one I don’t want to refuse.

He lets go of my hand to go open the back doors to the ambulance.

I follow him slowly, taking care with the ground so I don’t stumble in my heels.

He doesn’t look back to check if I’m coming over. He knows I am.

After stepping into the ambulance, he turns and offers me a hand.

I take it, and he sweeps me up, into his arms.

His big, hard body is pressed against mine, and suddenly all I can think about is asking him to mark me. It’s such a primal need that burns through me when I imagine his teeth on my throat that I’m afraid to open my mouth, because I know that’s what will come out.

No, actually, I wouldn’t just ask him to bite my skin, making me his, I would demand it.

It’s insane. He’s a complete stranger.

I’ve never met him before in my life.

I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me.

Hell, for all I know he’s mated already.

I don’t see any marks, but if he’s as Alpha as he feels he wouldn’t let himself be marked.

It would be his mate who’d be wearing that scar.

The thought doesn’t turn me off. It only makes me curious.

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