I’ll note it in my findings, compare it with any other information I might discover. I don’t want to stare at a dead man’s dick too long. It makes me uncomfortable.
Well, if I’m being honest, all dicks make me uncomfortable, even my own.
And that’s on a normal day.
But ever since Auryn showed up… my dick’s been acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.
Beta probably needs to service himself, but can’t focus on sexual needs. There is work to be done.
I let out a grunt as I turn to the other body on the opposite slab. It’s smaller, leaner. Wrapped—noswaddled—in a blanket. I know that wrapping anywhere. Diego prepared this body.
Which means however they found it must have been under harsh conditions. And it must be an omega.
Work, indeed.
I shove all thoughts of Auryn and her warm, soothing touch from my thoughts. Thinking about Auryn is a distraction. Well, at least the thoughts I’ve been having are most certainly distractions.
Thoughts of how soft her lips felt against mine. The smooth, warm wetness of her tongue. Her fingertips against my cheek.
I shove the thoughts away. My focus needs to be on the task at hand and not on the omega down the hall with Emmett.
Thoughts of Emmett and Auryn only make my blood pressure rise, and I know it shouldn’t. Emmett is a viable alpha. Yes, they seem to butt heads a bit, but when he’d taken her out of my lab earlier, he’d seemed…docile.
I shake the thoughts out, trying to focus.
Usually, Beta is more focused than this.
I carefully untuck the folds and unwrap the blanket, gasping when I see the body beneath. I stumble back, crashing into the table behind me.
She’s small. Barely five foot three with long, thin, dark hair. At least, it’s dark on top, but it lightens the further down it goes. Likely because it’s dyed, and hasn’t been touched in a while.
My gaze settles on her pale skin. The pallor tells me she’s been dead for a bit, but not long enough that samples will be obsolete.
Which is good, but…
I can’t take my eyes off the scars that mark her body. They start at her throat, speckling her arms and thighs. Her breasts and torso are free of marks, though, which makes me think whatever was done to her, the person who did this valued those parts of her, which makes me sick.
What kind of sick bastard would do this?
I turn to look at the dead man behind me, wondering if he was responsible. The ringless alpha.
Pushing off of the table, I decide against showing this asshole more attention than the bare minimum. As enticing as it is to have a ringless alpha on my table, something tells me heisresponsible.
I turn back my attention to the omega. I approach her with caution, almost as if she may rise at any moment like Frankenstein’s monster and tell me it’s all some cruel joke.
Her facial features are soft. Like Auryn’s.
Pain strikes me in my chest.
These scars…
Auryn has similar scars on her arm. I saw them. When I’d administered her suppressant and taken her blood. Is the rest of her body like this? Marled and marked? Are her breasts and torso free of scars, too?
I try to shove the thought of Auryn’s breasts and naked body out of my brain, digging the heel of my hands into my eyes. Stupidly, my cock twitches, and I growl in response. Now is certainly not the time for an erection, Olly!
I remove one hand to adjust my stupid dick with a mind of its own.
I don’t want to see that. I don’t want to think about that.
