Page 146 of His Stolen Omega

“Did you come alone, Erskine?” Levi asked.

“Odette and Bowie are watching from the second level,” Elm said, grimacing when Kian’s eyes narrowed on him.

“I brought two members with me.” Kian turned back to the Leviathan. “Since you know where they are, it’s fair for you to tell me where you’ve placed yours.”

“I didn’t bring reinforcements,” Levi drawled. “It won’t be necessary.”

“Is that so?” Kian didn’t believe him.

Elm cleared his throat and then stepped forward, shaking Levi’s hold off when he tried to stop him, less aggressively this time. He wanted to round the table and hug his brother, but knew that would only set both alphas off, so opted to pull out a chair in the spot directly across from him.

Levi followed suit, taking the place at his left, then lifted a finger for the nearest waiter who was standing against the wall. “A bottle of esuas and a hot caramel latte. Are you hungry?” he directed the last part to Elm, who shook his head. “That’ll be all for us. What about you, Erskine?”

“The wine you ordered is fine. I don’t intend to stay for long,” Kian replied gruffly.

Levi flicked his wrist, waving the waiter away, and then steepled his fingers, going silent.

Beneath the table, Elm picked at his cuticles. “Um, how have you been?”

Kian’s gaze darkened. “Did he do anything to you?”

What a loaded question.

“I’m fine,” Elm reassured, but it didn’t seem like his brother was buying it. “Levi saved me from my kidnappers. The ones who took me from Glyph? I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t shown up when he had.”

Elm might have ended up screwing and then killing that pack of assholes thanks to his heat and dysregulation. Although, according to Fiora, his aggressive pheromones had only unlocked once he’d caught a whiff of Levi. So maybe he wouldn’t have been able to. Maybe it would have just been the first nightmare and then he’d have been sold off like he’d always feared.

One of Levi’s hands found his under the table, stopping him from mutilating his own fingers.

The waiter returned with their drinks, setting the wine glasses down first.

“The latte is for him,” Levi instructed, motioning to Elm.

Elm cupped the heated glass with his free hand as soon as it was set in front of him, unwilling to let go of the alpha, but wanting the warmth.

“And when exactly did this occur?” Kian asked when they were relatively alone again.

“About six months ago,” Levi divulged, instantly patting Elm on the back when he choked on the sip he’d just taken.

They’d agreed to let Elm do all the talking, but he should have known better. Levi’s possessiveness and fear of losing him wouldn’t allow him to stay his tongue, no matter how much he’d initially intended otherwise.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head,” Kian growled. “What is it that you want, Leviathan?”

“There seems to be a misunderstanding,” Levi said. “I’m not here to propose anything. I have everything that I require.”

This wasn’t going well. Maybe the alpha was right, and Elm’s plan to keep his omega status a secret for now was foolish.

He reached back, fingers tracing the edge of the patch, and debated.

“I heard you’re newly mated,” Kian continued. “What does your omega think about you using innocent betas in your schemes?”

“They probably think of me the same way your mate does knowing you used to play with dead things,” Levi countered. “It’s an uncomfortable truth, but one they can accept.”

“I’m taking my brother back to Glyph.”

“No.”

Elm pulled on his sleeve. “You promised you’d let me handle this.”