I wonder if they’ve already found that student; I wonder if they’re torturing him at this very moment.
There’s no mistaking my boss’s arctic chill as he enters the foyer, walking down the corridor with quick, efficient steps. But I also pick up on cinnamon too, and my nostrils flare.
Hold on... is that anomegascent?
My lips curl, an involuntary response on my part, and then I go into defensive mode, donning my signature scowl.
I do not trust omegas at all. Not after what one little omega did to my left eye. I loved her unconditionally, yet she still turned me into a monster.
What was my boss thinking, bringing an omega here? He knows how I feel about members of that designation, right? As far as I’m concerned, they can all stay at the OCC.
But most alphas are crazy for omegas, and I just have to stand back and accept that fact. I may be an exception to that rule, but I’ve seen alphas lose their shit over an omega; I wasoneof them, after all.
Yet not anymore.
I refuse to lose my head again.
They’re masters of manipulation. Just one bat of those long, pretty eyelashes, and we turn into putty. An alpha would do anything for their omega, and the omegas know it.
That is the real reason the government keeps them caged. Not to control their numbers or their breeding, but to stop them from making a fool out of us alphas. They may be smaller and weaker than us, but once they have us under their spell, we cease to be.
That’s what happened to me. I was so convinced that I was in love, but in the end, she only used me. She acted so sweet to my face, but deep down she was plotting the six ways she could stab me in my sleep.
Killian finally enters the living room, and the world stops spinning on its axis the moment my eyes fall on that limp form in his arms.
Long, chocolate-brown hair and smooth, tanned skin, and my heart bangs in my chest.
No. I refuse to go down this path again.
Killian raises his brows when he sees me, and I gather my thoughts, trying to maintain my composure. I can’t let him see me weak. After all, I am the muscle of our organization. I am the last face our enemies see before I suck the life from their lungs, and I can’t lose focus.
Stay strong. She is not the same omega. That one is long gone now.
Killian sighs. “I will explain later. But... you wouldn’t believe what Steve was hiding in that filthy strip club of his.”
Steve? Who thefuckis Steve?
Oh, yeah. The strip club owner.
I ball my fists when he mentions that disgusting prick, and the thought of that vile alpha touching this beautiful omega makes me want topunchsomething.
We loaned him money so he could get treatment for genital herpes.
I swear, if he tainted her…
I shake my head, and the thoughts jostle around my brain. I’m losing focus again.
Now that she’s up close, I see that I wasn't hallucinating after all. She really is breath-taking, even with her eyes closed.
Her features are perfectly formed: elfin nose, full lips, and high-set cheekbones, and my stupid heart betrays me yet again.
Who am I kidding? I may be a big, scary alpha, but I still have a soft spot for omegas deep down. I just want to place her close to my beating heart and hold her forever.
Maybe then I can forget all about the heartless bitch who wronged me.
Killian smirks when he catches the expression on my face, and I shake my head, scowling once more.
I can’t let my boss see how weak I am for this omega.