Page 38 of His Stolen Omega

Okay…

Another thing she wasn’t wrong about.

“I haven’t had much chance to get to know them,” Elm said anyway, but that didn’t deter her.

“Out of the White Frost, I’m one of the few that has…an emotional disorder, so to speak.”

“Yeah, I have had plenty of time to get to know Levi, in case you’ve forgotten.” That guy had issues.

“That’s why he prefers surrounding himself with non-psychopaths, as you put it. He knows how unpredictable we can be because he’s one of us. The Leviathan does not like unpredictable. He wants to be kept interested, sure, but that’s not the same as keeping someone around who may or may not betray him on a whim.”

“He doesn’t trust you,” Elm surmised.

“To an extent. I’m here with you, aren’t I? If there was no trust, I wouldn’t be.”

“Right, because I’m so special to him.”

“You’re extremely valuable, I don’t know why you don’t see it.”

“Maybe it’ll just take some getting used to. Like the heats. Or the whole being trapped thing. Or these new violent urges to claw your face off.”

That seemed to intrigue her.

“You don’t usually have violent tendencies?” she asked.

“Literally never.”

“Interesting. I’ll have to jot that down.”

“Not a science project.”

“If I let you go,” she picked up their conversation, typing a note on her holopad at the same time, “Levi will take that as a betrayal, a lack of judgment on my part, and he’ll slaughter me. To ensure we both live a little longer, let’s not bring this up again, deal?”

“Just leave and go get him. You smell terrible.” It was starting to irk Elm. It was an unsettling feeling, somewhat familiar to him now, so he was aware the only way to abate it was by bathing in Levi’s much more pleasing pheromones. “It’s making me sick.”

“Don’t worry, that shouldn’t be permanent. The attachment phase? Right now, the Leviathan’s the only one potent enough to rival your pheromones, which is why your body craves him. I’ve run some tests, and while I believe you’ll be a dominant omega forever, it seems highly likely that once you gain control of yourself, you’ll be able to tolerate the smell of lesser alphas.”

“You think?” He hated that he was happy hearing that, especially since he was still pretty sure they weren’t going to let him leave this room alive ever, but still. “This is extremely debilitating.”

“Levi is the strongest dominant alpha I’ve ever encountered. He reacts similarly to lesser omegas, but he can adjust his senses now and the flow of his pheromones to combat them.”

Elm bet everyone also knew better than to leak their pheromones around him.

“You should be able to do the same,” she concluded.

“Should isn’t all that comforting,” he lied.

“Which is why I’m telling you to cooperate. We’ll both get the answers we desire then. It’s a win-win.”

“Until I find a knife in my back or a blaster pressed to my temple.” He sighed and dropped onto the mattress, most of the fight having left, even though he was still frustrated. “You said he’s the strongest you know. Is that why he was able to resist me while I was in heat?”

“Several guards had to be sedated,” she surprised him by saying. Then she took it a step further by giving him a thumbs up. “Super impressive. They aren’t even allowed in the hallway, and you still affected them.”

“But not him.”

“Don’t take it personally. His self-control is unrivaled. His ruts operate like clockwork, and I’ve never seen him show an interest in anyone. I would joke that he’s a robot, but I saw him bleed once, so there goes that theory.”

“Once?” he drawled, unable to keep back the chuckle.