Page 27 of His Stolen Omega

“I haven’t seen your beta brother, Mr. Erskine. But I’ll keep an eye out for him.”

“Leviathan.”

“No need for wordy threats.” He waved his hand. “We’re rivals because the White Frost and the Eumia have a deep history rooted in hatred and watered with blood. I have no personal qualms against you, or any of the members of your family. Including Shiloh Sobu. If I’d wanted revenge for that unfortunate event, I would have taken it long ago.”

As far as he was concerned, they’d both been screwed over by those in charge of the breeding den. Neither of them had wanted to be there, and neither of them had enjoyed it. However, they’d merely been acting on instinct. Doing what their bodies were programmed to do. Levi hated the idea of becoming slave to his urges, but he would never fault someone for doing the same.

That was simply the way their species were built. No use crying over spilt milk.

Kian considered that and then nodded. “If the two of you had formed any sort of bond during, you would have come.”

“Exactly.” Levi wasn’t the type of alpha to twiddle his thumbs while his omega did gods knew what elsewhere. “Those who were responsible for what befell him and I have been dealt with. As far as I’m concerned, the matter has been put to rest.”

“Let’s use our brains for a moment,” Oberon suggested, rejoining the conversation. “If we did have reason to kidnap Elm, which we don’t, this would be the part where we use him to threaten you into giving us X, Y, or Z. Frankly, the Eumia doesn’t have anything we want. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

Oberon’s resolve was believable.

It helped that he still didn’t know anything about the synthetic omega currently being kept in Levi’s basement.

They stood there a while longer and then Kian took a step back.

“You’ll contact me if you hear anything?” he asked.

“Of course.” Levi gave a partial smile.

Without another word, Kian spun on his heels and stormed out of the restaurant, Pike already whispering furiously next to him, no doubt asking if he believed any of this or not.

Oberon let out a low whistle once they were out of sight. “Wonder who’s messing with them. And why waste time taking the beta sibling? Kian has two omega ones.”

Levi merely hummed and was reaching for his wine when his multi-slate chimed. Seeing Fiora’s name across the screen, he removed the earbud attachment and placed it in his right ear before accepting the call.

“Update,” she said, before he could ask her. “The omega showed signs of serious distress. Since you’re otherwise engaged, I sent Koah in.”

“Excuse me?” Anger flashed in the center of his chest, bright and blinding, but he was careful not to allow it to leak into his tone or show on his face. He did, however, slowly rise from his chair.

“Since his heat ended, it should be safe enough for Koah. Koah is technically a dominant, and the test results from this morning showed the omega had stabilized a bit more, so I thought—”

“That was your first mistake.” Levi didn’t bother saying goodbye to Oberon, motioning to his secretary who was seated nearby to go retrieve the car. He made his way after him, heading to collect his coat from coat-check.

The Butcher was contradicting herself. In one sentence saying the synthetic was in such a bad way an alpha was necessary, and in the next breath mentioning he was fine?

“Apologies, Leviathan.”

“I’m on my way. Do nothing until I get there.” He hung up on her.

Koah might be dominant, but he was a far cry from Levi’s level. The very thought of him in there, cornering the synthetic, bathing him with his lesser alpha pheromones…Levi’s hands fisted at his sides, and he stepped out into a light snowfall, not even giving his secretary the chance to park when he pulled up to the curb.

“Home. Fast,” he directed the moment he’d slid onto the leather seat.

Chapter 6:

They’d left him alone for hours. He’d complain about having nothing to do but sit alone with his thoughts, but the discomfort in his body prevented him from worrying about possible boredom.

Elm clutched his midsection and groaned for the millionth time. The cramps had started late last night, maybe three or five hours after the Leviathan had gone. He’d been foolishly thinking about how the quiet was kind of nice, a change from the chaos that’d hounded him ever since he was drugged and forced off of Glyph. The events since standing by that fountain, waiting for Sky and Shiloh to arrive, were a whirlwind, and if not for the changes in his body, Elm might believe he’d hallucinated half of them.

The cramping had gradually gotten worse. In the morning, Fiora had arrived and asked Elm to take his own vitals, slipping the cuff through the bars. She’d set it on the floor and retreated, even though he hadn’t growled at her like before.

Her smell still bothered him, but it hadn’t been that bad. Tolerable, and not really affecting his mood. He’d figured if he did as she asked, maybe she’d be willing to answer a few of his questions, but she’d gotten a call shortly after and had left right away.