Page 131 of His Stolen Omega

“Leviathan.”

“That’s your job, underboss, or have you forgotten?”

“You aren’t the only alpha with an omega that needs pleasing.”

“He isn’t ready to return to society,” Levi said. “This is too delicate to rush. He needs to come to the decision to accept me, and our future together, on his own. That’s the only way I’ll keep him.”

Levi could force Elm back to the estate, lock him up like he had before, warn him not to harm anyone with his pheromones. But to what end?

“I don’t want a hostage mate,” he drawled. “I want a partner.”

There was silence for a moment and then Baal blew out a breath. “We tracked down who was responsible for the attack on us. Interested?”

“It was the Serpents.”

“…How did you know that?”

“They’ve been growing bolder since the Eumia moved their main branch to Glyph,” Levi explained, heading down one of the hallways. “They’re the only idiots who’d risk something so stupid.”

“Word on the streets is they’ve been collecting weapons. Making deals with suppliers behind our backs.”

Levi was well aware. The leader, Poe, had been picking up their discarded scraps for years now. Any time the White Frost cut ties with a supplier, the Serpents slithered in like vermin.

“Took them long enough to act.” He glanced into the game room, where Elm had spent most of his day yesterday, but it was empty. His omega had taken to distracting himself, a week wearing the bunny tail finally chipping away at his impressive ability to roll with the punches.

Elm was losing patience.

Which meant he’d do something about it soon.

“You knew? Don’t answer that. Of course you did. And you were planning on sharing this with me when exactly?”

“Now.”

“Damn it, Levi.”

“We outnumber them three to one,” he reminded.

“That doesn’t mean they can’t still get lucky with a targeted attack.”

“Yes, because that worked out so well for them the last time, didn’t it.” Their car had been destroyed, but neither of them had died.

“What are you doing right now anyway?” Baal asked.

“Hunting my omega.”

“You sound pretty casual for that.”

“He’s in the lodge.” If Elm had gotten outside, the chips in his body would have alerted Levi immediately.

“Hiding from you?” Baal suggested, clearly trying to get a rise out of him, but Levi merely chuckled.

“Plotting more like.”

“Treason?”

“No. Something mutually beneficial.” Levi made it to the studio and checked the window in the door, smiling when he spotted his omega moving within. “Deal with the Serpents, underboss.” He ended the call before Baal could continue complaining.

Levi opened the door and stepped inside, smirking when Elm lifted onto his toes and leaned over the butcherblock he was working on. His back was to the door—it never was—and the move was clearly meant to entice Levi into glimpsing the cute white puff caught between his round cheeks.