Page 10 of His Stolen Omega

The drug had undergone so many stages of testing, it was likely.

Earlier stages could last upwards to a year.

This would get old long before them.

“Find out.” Levi wanted to know. He wanted to know everything. “And see if it’s possible for you to recreate it.” With a drug like that, the White Frost would be superior to everyone, not just the Eumia.

“Let me run a basic physical check first.” She pulled a pair of latex gloves from her leather jacket pocket and slipped them on, making her way to the cage. It was currently unlocked, and Levi stepped aside to allow her entrance.

The second she stepped inside the omega went wild.

He screamed and hissed, baring his teeth at her as he violently fought against his bindings. The whole table shook, and a blast of potent aggressive pheromones, the kind meant to sting and burn, exploded from his skin.

Fiora wheezed and darted back, going straight for the window. She shoved it open and hung her head out, gasping.

The omega didn’t stop just because she’d given him space, he kept thrashing, flooding the room to the point even Levi felt the prickle of unease on his skin.

He wasn’t immune to the dominant omega, he merely had impeccable self-control, and even that was waning. Before he knew what he was doing, he was answering, his own pheromones shooting out to combat against the omega’s in a bid for dominance.

The synthetic held out for a moment, but then he succumbed, his entire body slumping. Tears leaked from his eyes as he met Levi’s gaze, releasing a pathetic whining sound that Levi strangely felt all the way to his toes.

The soothing pheromones came out of him like the dominating ones had, instinctually, with no conscious choice of his own.

The omega’s dick was still long and hard, but the crease between his brow smoothed out, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“He’s too strong,” Fiora said as soon as she was able to gather herself.

“I’ve never encountered a dominant omega this potent,” Baal agreed.

“I’ll have to wear a gas mask.”

“No.” Levi reached for the cage door and eased it open, then stepped into the room and paused. When the omega gave no reaction to his presence, he took it further, stalking his way up to his side.

The omega’s eyes opened once he was there, and the second they landed on him, he keened, the sound pleading and soft.

Levi’s hand reached out and he threaded his fingers through his dark hair, smoothing strands off his forehead as they continued to stare at each other.

“I’ll conduct the experiments myself,” he announced after some deliberation. His fascination with how the drug worked, and the possible differences between a synthetic and natural omega, were more than enough reason for him to get his own hands dirty.

It helped that the omega was pretty and smelled like the most expensive perfume on the market.

“In the meantime, you focus on the drug.” Decision made, he pulled away, ignoring how the omega’s sounds turned desperate.

A hint of sourness tinged the air, fear spilling out with the omega’s pheromones.

Fiora watched the exchange while Levi exited and secured the lock. “It must be because you’re a dominant alpha. His instincts would be to find a suitable mate, someone who can handle the potency of his pheromones and force him to submit. Unfortunately for him, that just so happens to be you.”

It was a loaded statement.

Unfortunate because he was the Leviathan?

Because he was Kian’s enemy?

Or because he was…well, him?

Perhaps she’d meant all three.

“Be sure to log all of your findings.” Fiora bowed low and then left without another word, eager to get to her lab.