Page 24 of His Stolen Omega

“His pheromones are still dangerous even though he’s no longer in heat, but mostly because he doesn’t know how to use them.” Fiora was holding a holopad in Levi’s office, flicking through pages of information she’d spent the night compiling.

Levi signed documents as he listened, making his way through the backlog of work that had piled up after he’d spent those few days with their test subject. The White Frost owned several legitimate businesses, and Frost Forward was the top research and development company on planet. As its active CEO, there was never a shortage of things to be done, and yet all morning, he’d found himself distracted.

When the Butcher had finally arrived for their afternoon meeting about the omega, some of the pent-up aggravation had instantly abated.

It wasn’t unusual for Levi to become…obsessive. His curious nature ensured he latched onto projects with a vicious intent and incorrigible enthusiasm. For him, this situation wasn’t any different than any other, but that didn’t mean he could allow it to continue.

What was best for the White Frost always came before his personal desires.

“There doesn’t seem to be any signs of stabilization. Last night, he struggled,” Fiora continued.

Levi had refused to spend another night down in the cell and had left the omega on his own. He’d checked in periodically, watching on his private screens in his rooms as the omega had curled in on himself. The cameras caught everything, even in the relative dark, including the whimpers and the occasional glisten of tears.

It wasn’t fear from being captured that was bothering the synthetic. Despite the fact his brother was a mafia leader, it seemed as though the omega had yet to grasp the severity of his situation.

He was more afraid of becoming something new than he was of the White Frost.

Levi couldn’t decide if he was in the right for that or not. He certainly didn’t know how he would act if he woke up one day and found himself turned omega, or worse, beta. On some level, he didn’t blame the omega’s reaction, but that didn’t mean he empathized.

“We’ve received word that Kian is on the move,” Baal, who Levi had honestly forgotten was there since he’d been so caught up in Fiora’s update, spoke gruffly.

The Eumia Dominus had arrived on planet two days ago, and had been sniffing around White Frost businesses.

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to be able to find anything that could lead to Levi.

The warehouse had been scrubbed, the bodies burned and the ash scattered. They’d done a thorough sweep, so there was no chance anything of the synthetic omega’s had been left behind. Even if Kian followed some other trail to that location, he’d merely hit a dead end. The White Frost was hardly their only rival, even if they were in charge of this city, so while their involvement was easy to guess, there was no proof.

Kian was careful. Clever. He wouldn’t storm Levi’s castle on a whim. He’d wait until he had something definitive, or the chance to confront Levi or one of his men out in the open to avoid risking an insult great enough to lead to war.

Actually.

“Schedule a dinner meeting with Oberon for tomorrow,” Levi instructed Baal, who was used to him skipping around conversations, so didn’t bother commenting on the sudden change in topic. “Just him.”

“Discussing things with Fenrir might be helpful,” Fiora said, referring to Oberon’s synthetic omega mate, the only other successfully altered person they knew.

“Not yet.” Fenrir wasn’t like Elm in the sense he’d been an alpha when the change was forced upon him. Levi wasn’t certain he’d be of any help, but he was sure Fenrir would overreact when he found out they were keeping a test subject. For now, it was best to continue keeping this a secret.

“Where should the dinner be held?” Baal asked.

“Somewhere in the open,” he replied.

“Ah, so you want it to be obvious?”

“Best we direct Kian’s attention sooner rather than later.”

“How much time do you think we can buy?” The underboss crossed his arms.

Levi merely grunted.

“We’re just waiting for Elm to stabilize,” Fiora told Baal. “Once that happens, we can run tests on his pheromones, their potency, and their responses, and then check to see if he can experience a normal heat.”

“And after that?” Baal questioned.

“While it would be nice to keep him around for longer and conduct more research, that seems unlikely. We shouldn’t push the risk more than necessary. Once we have the basic data collected, the smart move would be to get rid of him.”

“The second Kian finds out his brother was locked in a cage, any relative peace between us will be gone. Permanently.”

She hummed, not disagreeing with that assumption. “Peace is overrated.”