Hammer & Gavel (The Omegaverse Case Files #1)

SIX

RED MIST

Oliver stood alone in the shower, face burning as he buried his head in his hands. Fuck . What had he been thinking? Inviting Lucas, a red-blooded alpha, back to his flat after they’d both been exposed to the omega’s pheromones? Of course , it was only going to end one way, and of course , he’d moaned like a wanton whore throughout the whole thing.

Professionalism? Gone . Any shred of respect Lucas may have had for him? Decimated . God, he was an idiot. A grade-A twat. It didn’t matter that Lucas had kissed him on the forehead as he left, or promised to call when he knew more, or even offered to revive the stupid cat-grass. There was no way on God’s green earth that he’d be able to look the alpha in the eye tomorrow. In fact, he may as well just hand in his warrant card and move to the Bermuda Triangle. Yes. Yes, that was most definitely the most logical course of action. Now if he could just find his passport…