Page 35 of Omega Tricked
When the front door opened and Dylan walked in, I set the photo down quickly. Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough and Dylan saw what I’d been doing. His face tensed, and he closed the door quietly behind him. He held some clothing in his arms, and he approached me slowly.
“Sorry. I was just curious.” I gestured toward the photos of the child.
He didn’t speak, just kept coming closer, wearing a weird expression.
“I see you were successful in getting me clothes.”
“Yes,” he said sharply, his stare still focused and borderline accusing.
“I wasn’t snooping.” I grimaced. “I just saw the photos and wondered who it was.”
His mouth was a grim line, and he held out the clothes to me. I took them, and he stood where he was, watching me. I’d never had an omega make me feel small before. I was an alpha after all. We were generally the ones with power in a relationship. Omegas were the more submissive partner. They lived to serve alphas. But the look on his face had me wilting inside. It bothered me that he was upset with me. I’d never felt anything like it.
I gestured to the photo, trying to regain my composure. “Is that your son?”
His cheeks flushed and his eyes glittered. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Surprised at the harshness of his voice, I held up my hands. “That’s fine. I didn’t realize it was a sensitive subject.”
“Don’t touch my stuff.”
“No problem.” I studied his angry face, ten times more curious about him than before. What the hell was his deal? He looked ready to stab me for simply touching the photo of his son. His fury intrigued me. He’d seemed so mild mannered, but obviously there was much more simmering beneath the surface. Where had this aggressive energy been when he’d been held captive? There’d been no glimpse of it.
He turned and walked away. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”
A spark of excitement pulsed through me. I liked this edgier side of him. I liked the angry flame that had ignited in his blue eyes. I felt breathless, and vaguely turned on, as I followed him to the guest room. That last part shocked the shit out of me. I couldn’t remember ever being attracted to men, but there was something about Dylan that did seem to affect me oddly. I’d always been drawn to omegas who were troubled. Perhaps that was all this was. I was tired, and my libido probably didn’t know the difference right now between a male omega and a female omega. It was simply turned on by the spark I’d seen in him. It was a challenge, and I liked challenges.
Especially in bed.
That thought brought me up short. I had no desire to fuck a guy. None. Jesus, I was obviously exhausted from the last week of trying to find out information about Dad. In fact, the last few months had been very stressful, and draining, with Dad missing. No wonder I wasn’t myself.
Dylan stopped at a door and opened it. “There are clean sheets on the bed, and you have your own bathroom.”
I stood in the doorway, making sure my face gave away none of the bizarre emotions running through me. “I appreciate this, Dylan. You didn’t have to go to bat for me.”
His gaze softened ever so slightly. “I owe you my life.”
Shame ate at my gut as I held his gaze. I’d rescued him from nothing. I’d helped him escape a trap of my own making. As he watched me, I felt lower than I’d ever felt in my life. If he ever found out what a fucking liar I was, he’d hate me. He’dloatheme.
And rightfully so.
Chapter Eleven
Dylan
Lex showered in his bathroom, and I showered in the master bath. As I worked shampoo through my hair, I grappled with the anger I’d felt when Lex discovered Ayden’s photos. He hadn’t done anything wrong by looking at them, but I’d been mad. I wasn’t even sure why. He’d known I was upset, and, surprisingly, he hadn’t pushed back. He’d taken my anger gracefully and hadn’t tried to put me in my place.
That was rare. Most alphas like him didn’t let omegas speak to them the way I had. He was a powerful alpha too. I knew instinctively he didn’t take shit from anyone. But he’d been kind. Patient. Jacob would have smacked me across the face for daring to speak angrily. Jacob had been aggressive and weak-willed. He’d been a fucking coward, and I hated him so much it made me shake. It was so unfair that I couldn’t hurt him back. I couldn’t get revenge on him for all he’d taken from me. I was left to simply seethe, and grieve, without any way to truly heal.
I’d apologize. Lex deserved an apology for sure. I sighed and rinsed my hair. I climbed from the shower, dried off, and dressed quickly. It was nice having Lex in my home. After the harrowing experience I’d gone through the last few days, being alone would have been stressful. But I felt safe with Lex here. I knew logically that nothing could hurt me here inside the compound, but my fear was still there.
I went into the living room and found Lex in the kitchen. He stood with the fridge door open, and he looked guilty when I came into the room.
“I’m sorry. I’m being nosy because I’m hungry.” He laughed sheepishly.
He looked sexy with his damp hair combed back. Even his bruised face and cut lip couldn’t detract from how good-looking he was. The clothes I’d borrowed for him fit perfectly. He had a much nicer body than my neighbor Jim. The shirt hugged his sinewy biceps, and the jeans showed off his muscular thighs. He smelled like coconut shower gel and that familiar clean grassy scent that was all his own.
His gaze ran over my bare legs, and his eyes flickered strangely. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have said I’d glimpsed attraction, but that was impossible. He liked women. Unfortunately.
