Page 108 of His Stolen Omega

A growl cut through the confusion, and Elm’s head turned toward the door.

The Leviathan stood there, blaster in hand, eyes swirling silver.

Elm whimpered and tried to use his pheromones again, but the alpha was unaffected. It only occurred to him that aggressive omega pheromones didn’t work on their mates the same way after the bite once Levi had started moving toward him.

With his back against the wall, there was nowhere left for him to go.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, and he eyed the weapon as it got closer.

“How many of our people have to die before you’re satisfied, omega?” Levi demanded.

Elm shook his head, unable to get his voice to work. He was also worried if he did speak, he would beg, and he didn’t want that to be his last act in this life.

When the Leviathan reached the soldier’s body, he paused, held Elm’s gaze, and emptied the entire magazine into the man’s back.

Elm gasped.

“Zan was on his way here to warn him my omega was running loose,” Levi stated, stepping around the mutilated body to continue on his way to Elm, “but you just had to go and kill him before he could.”

The wound in his gut twinged and Elm sucked in a sharp breath, pushing harder against it.

That drew Levi’s attention to it, and the alpha crouched down. His free hand dropped over Elm’s, the other still holding the gun.

“Please,” Elm’s voice shook, and he instantly regretting giving into the fear. But having the alpha so close made it impossible not to. “Don’t.”

Levi frowned, some of the fury momentarily giving way to confusion, before he followed Elm’s line of sight. He released another growl and then tossed the gun away, fingers reaching out to capture Elm’s chin instead.

“Do you think I’d shoot you?” the alpha sounded pissed by that possibility. “After everything? That’s what you think of me?”

Elm didn’t know how to react to that, mind fading, so he merely shook his head slightly. “Please.”

Levi removed his hand from over Elm’s and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a syringe. When Elm panicked, he seemed to realize he hadn’t activated soothing pheromones and did so, somehow managing to take the edge off for Elm, even with the hole in his side.

“Don’t be afraid,” the alpha’s tone turned soft, cajoling, as he popped the cap off the syringe. “It’s just a sedative, treasure. I would never hurt you.”

The use of the nickname, even after all of this, cut through the fear better than the soothing pheromones, giving the alpha the chance to stab the needle through the side of Elm’s neck.

“You aren’t going to die,” Levi promised, administering the drug before pulling the needle away and dropping it to the floor. “I will never allow you to leave me, do you understand? Not even through death.” He leaned in and delivered a chaste kiss to Elm’s brow. “Sleep, omega. When you wake, there will be hell to pay.”

Elm didn’t even attempt to stay awake, welcoming the darkness. Assumed it must be better than the pain and the furious eyes of his alpha.

* * *

He felt like he was floating.

His body was weightless, and he couldn’t move, not even to open his eyes. There were voices in the distance, words too muffled to make any sense of. He tried anyway, felt like there was something important he was meant to be doing, but it eluded him.

Someone touched him then, lightly. Fingers combing through his hair. One of the voices drew nearer, but proximity didn’t make the jargon easier to understand.

As soon as the voice was done, Elm faded away.

* * *

There was pain all over. He was strapped down to something, but that was as much spatial awareness he could muster.

Elm clenched his jaw, pheromones flicking out of him.

“He’s waking,” a female voice said from somewhere in the void. He didn’t recognize it.