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Society had progressed in regard to the preconceived ideas that omegas couldn’t be more than extremely submissive, barefoot and pregnant, but we still had a long way to go.
The police academy had consistently refused my application despite being at the top of my class when I’d graduated with my master’s degree in criminal psychology. Even being the valedictorian hadn’t been enough.
So, I’d gone private when Frankie had convinced me to apply to her agency.
How that girl had gotten the CEO of the Genesis Private Detective Agency to hire me, I’d never know.
I gently pushed Frankie’s hand away from my hair, brushing my wrist against hers so she’d know I wasn’t upset or angry. Our platonic bond swirled around us when her scent marked my wrist, strengthening the bond even further.
Frankie was my knight in shining armor, and I was her weird omega who didn’t have all the traits I was supposed to have. But Frankie didn’t care, and with her alpha scent lingering on my skin, most other alphas left me alone.
We were both too broken for anyone else.
This kind of platonic relationship between an alpha and an omega was rare, but we needed it just as much as we needed air. Trusting others…
Neither of us wanted to make that mistake again.
“I take it we got the call?”
“We did.” Frankie grinned and flicked one of my magic-eight-ball earrings. “How did you know?”
“We closed the most cases last month,” I reminded her, reaching up to stop the swinging of my earring. “And there’s no one else who’s solved more murders than us.”
“So cocky,” Frankie teased, linking her arm through mine. “I’ve known you forever and every once in a while it still shocks me how often you’re right.”
Smiling slightly, I looked down at my feet as Frankie led me down the street, my eyes on the pink axolotls and cherry blossoms against the black canvas of my high-top Converse. The splishing and splashing of my shoes through the puddles on the sidewalk was a soothing sound as I tried to ignore the old anxiety.
Being able to read patterns and remember the smallest details was what made me so damn good at my job, but people didn’t always appreciate my ability to predict an outcome based on previous experiences with similar patterns.
I’ve even been accused of committing the crime, because how else could I have known so many details? How could my predictions be so accurate without any physical evidence? It was annoying how stupid so many people could be, but I was used to it now.
Learning the hard way that most people didn’t think the way I did was why I kept most of my predictions and theories to myself. Only Frankie was safe enough to confess them to.
No one else.
She would never abandon me just because she didn’t like my opinions or predictions. She would never ghost me for my bluntness and matter-of-fact tone…all the things that made everyone else call me a bitch.
No other insult pissed me off quite as much as that one.
But as long as I had Frankie by my side, I didn’t have to worry about shit. She was a very good alpha. Overprotective, and stronger than she had any right to be. I’m pretty sure they called her type a ‘muscle mommy’ these days.
She was the pack mother I never had.
Frankie tossed her long red hair over her shoulder as she effortlessly led me through the city. “Can you believe someone killed the heir of Valor Enterprises last night?”
Honestly, no.
It had been a messy, public murder. The mangled body of the heir had been found in his office around midnight by the janitor. Such a high-profile, legacy alpha getting murdered like that? I hadn’t thought there was anyone strong enough, or stupid enough, to murder Gideon Valor.
Which narrowed the list of suspects to mostly alphas and dominant betas, if the rumors of what the body had looked like were true.
There was no shortage of motives when it came to a person like Gideon Valor. Not only was he the heir of Valor Enterprises, but he was also the eldest son of the next generation of the Valor pack – a bloodline well known for their legacy alphas.
Keeping my eyes on the ground, I picked up the pace when Frankie did, jogging to jaywalk across the street.
After Frankie had basically adopted me when we were freshmen in high school, she’d made a point to learn exactly what I needed to thrive. Her motherly instincts paired with her alpha instincts made her insufferable for most people, but I didn’t mind it. I actually liked that about her, and it was probably the only thing about me that was a desired omega trait.
Frankie was the only pack I had.
