Page 165 of His Stolen Omega

“By twisting the truth and making me believe Levi willingly slept with Shiloh, when you knew that wasn’t the case?”

“Yeah,” Kian grinned at him, “exactly that.”

“You’re a dick, brother.”

“Sky is at the Eumia compound,” he seemingly changed the subject. “He wants to see you. He misses you.”

“No,” Levi caught on faster than Elm did.

Kian’s grin broadened. “Was worth a shot.”

“If he wants to meet up before the two of you head back to Glyph,” Elm suggested, “then we can meet at a coffee shop. The four of us.” He turned to Levi. “Right?”

“A coffee shop?”

“Our recent success with restaurants leaves much to be desired.”

It was obvious the alpha didn’t like the idea of letting Elm out, or trusting that nothing would happen with the Eumia during the outing, but he gave a single clipped nod of his head in the affirmative anyway, one palm settling over Elm’s knee.

Kian watched the exchange closely, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Elm didn’t want to put that much energy into trying to figure it out.

It didn’t matter what his brother thought of his choice in mate.

Only that he respected it.

“What would you like me to tell mom and dad?” Kian asked.

“Once things have settled, I’ll bring Levi to meet them.” Elm didn’t bother confirming this with the alpha. Seeing his family, visiting Glyph to do so, was nonnegotiable.

Levi must have known that, because he didn’t interject.

“Leave out the part about him being White Frost though.” Their parents somehow didn’t know about Kian and the Eumia. They found his host business somewhat distasteful, but were satisfied by the fact their eldest was bringing home a paycheck every month and making more than enough to support himself with it.

“Goes without saying,” Kian drawled. With a sigh, he turned back to Levi. “I refuse to call you brother-in-law.”

“We’re in agreement there,” Levi stated.

“But,” Kian glanced between them, “you are Elm’s mate. That does technically make us family. Neither of us wants this to get complicated, and neither of us are willing to give way to the other.”

“Interesting way to suggest a truce,” Elm chimed.

“I’m suggesting the Eumia goes about their business and the White Frost does the same,” he said. “But yes. Basically a truce.”

“I won’t interfere with your business if you don’t interfere with mine.” Levi hummed, considering. “Acceptable terms, Erskine. The White Frost agrees.”

Kian got to his feet. “Then the Eumia does as well.”

“No, no, no.” Elm stood and waved his brother back down. “We aren’t done here. Vague terms are not going to cut it.”

“It seems my Possessio has input he’d like to give,” Levi said, flashing that half smirk Elm’s way. He crossed one leg over the other and rested his hands in his lap, waiting.

“Decades of bad blood doesn’t vanish overnight,” Elm pointed out. “I want both of your words that if there is interference or whatever you’ll sit down and discuss it. No ending the truce or declaring war or taking matters into your own hands. Got it?”

Kian leaned back on the couch. “He’s taking the fun out of everything.”

“He’s thorough,” Levi corrected. “I find it incredibly alluring.”