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It isn’t my problem. It’s not my concern that a random Omega waltzed in here, thinking we’d take on a missing persons case.
And she brought cookies.
Fucking macarons.
I hate the effect she’s had on me. I keep my Alpha instincts locked up, never letting myself be drawn to any Omega’s scent.
But hers was different.
It was sweeter and almost impossible to ignore.
For one wild moment, I fantasized about whisking her away from this bullshit.
I’m a fucking idiot.
I watch as she’s loaded into the ambulance, then turn my attention back to the driver that ran her over.
His windshield is wrecked.
Good.
Landon is ridiculously calm, like usual, trying not to escalate the situation as he interacts with the asshole driver.
My eyes hurt, my head aches, and I need a fucking cigarette.
But not before I walk up to the driver, interrupting his dramatics.
“If you keep running your fucking mouth, I’ll have you arrested for attempted murder,” I snarl, and I hear Landon huff in irritation next to me.
The Beta’s eyes widen. “You can’t do that! You’re not a fucking cop!” he snaps, his voice wavering slightly.
I bark out a cruel laugh. “You have no idea what I can do, asshole,” I hiss.
“I suggest you leave before Detective Cain makes good on his threat,” Landon says calmly. “I have your insurance information; I’ll be sure to pass it on to Miss Bloom.”
Omega.
I feel a phantom twinge of jealousy that Landon is planning on talking to her again, but I shove that feeling down.
It doesn’t matter. I have better things to do.
And if Landon wants to waste his time being a bleeding heart, I don’t care.
This isn’t my problem.
My hands start to shake, and I curl them into fists.
I need to eat. Or sleep.
Or something.
I stalk off, not trusting myself to not lose my shit on the driver or Landon. Walking over to the the curb, I fish into my jean pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. I light one, already anticipating the uncomfortable conversation I’ll be forced to have with Landon when he makes his way over to me.
I steady my breathing. I focus on calming down.
I need sleep.
But I can’t fucking sleep. These overdoses are haunting me. There’s no reason for so many in such a short time period—
