Page 30 of A Murderous Omega

Emile and I shared a surprised look as she handed my phone back to me.

“The omegas are safe,” she said, her face blank and unreadable.

We’d planned on raiding the brothel and saving the omegas after the kill.

Lark scoffed at our confusion. “Do you really think I’d leave their fates to you bumbling idiots?”

We had a plan. Conor was going to use his family’s wealth and connections to resettle those omegas. What had Lark done?

“They’re safe,” she murmured when she saw my stricken expression. “The Birds of Prey—” She cut herself off, as if she still didn’t trust us to reveal all her secrets. “I took care of it.”

She spun on her heel, but halted when Conor barked, “Stop!”

“Sweet omega, where are you going?” I asked her.

Her scent spiked, flooding my senses. “My heat’s coming, thanks to you fuckers,” she growled. “Now.”

Shit.

An omega, our omega, was in danger, and she was about to run off and put herself into even more danger because we fucked up and she didn’t trust us.

Every instinct called for me to bark at her, to order her into my arms so I could purr her senseless until she couldn’t think about anything but pleasing her alpha, because nothing in the goddess damned world would please me more than her safety.

Conor shook his head, as if he could see the direction of my thoughts.

I took a deep breath, then stood. Lark leapt backward, out of my reach, but didn’t take off.

Her eyes darted between the two of us, and I made a decision.

I reached into my pocket and tossed her my keys. “Take the car. Go to our apartment, lock the doors, and we’ll make sure nobody gets in during your heat. Including us. GPS is programmed in there as home.”

Conor held up both hands in the air as he stood. “We fucked up. We were wrong to take away your choices.” His voice cracked. “Let us keep you safe during your heat, then you can decide if you want to stay.”

Lark nodded sharply and took off without looking back.

“Guess we’re on clean-up,” Conor muttered.

“Guess we are.”

14

LARK

The elevator to the alphas’ apartment took too long to arrive, an eternity where I was left vulnerable to wealthy alphas who stared at me with cold eyes.

Please let me get in by myself. Please let me get in by myself.

An alpha in a tuxedo stepped up to me and inhaled, groaning as he took in my wild scent, my perfume seeping out of me like sweet poison as my heat approached. His omega peered at me with wide eyes that caught on the scars on my throat and the bandages on my wrist. The omega surged up on his toes to capture his alpha’s lips, distracting him while I sashayed into the elevator and smashed the ‘close door’ button.

The omega winked at me as the doors slid closed with me in the car by myself, and I thanked the goddess for his solidarity as I rose to the penthouse.

Who were these two alphas who professed to want me so badly they’d skip my heat to earn my trust?

It could have been a lie.

I didn’t care.

I did care, but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.