Page 4 of His Stolen Omega

The first smart move their mysterious host had made.

Levi unbuttoned his black fur lined greatcoat and slipped out of his leather gloves, subtly taking stock of the people in the room who’d been awaiting their arrival.

Six in the rafters, three at either side, tucked into the shadows, two in the back corners, looking shifty—probably paid a hefty sum to risk their hides by being here—one guarding a side exit leading to somewhere that might be interesting, considering this one had been given a firearm, and then their apparent host, standing in front of the chair facing the entrance.

Levi kept his gaze on the man, a scruffy looking guy at least five years younger than him by the looks of it.

Green, since the hands he was trying to keep down at his sides were slightly shaking, and his eyes were bouncing between Levi and his men as though he had too much pent-up energy to manage.

This kid had no clue what he was doing.

With a heavy sigh, Levi settled into the other chair, not even slightly concerned about having his back facing the doorway. He didn’t so much as blink when the sound of them creaking closed echoed throughout the massive space, merely tilted his head and silently waited.

“Mr. Morningstar,” the kid cleared his throat and flashed an awkward smile, “Thank you for coming.”

“You said you had something important to discuss,” Levi said in a bored tone, picking a piece of fluff off his thigh. “In regards to the Eumia.”

That was the only reason he’d opted to humor this pathetic farce of a business meeting. Initially, when he’d gotten the message requesting an audience, he’d been set to deny it, but the promise of gaining a leg up on their greatest rival was worth a little schlep through this putrid part of the city.

The White Frost and the Eumia had been mortal enemies for generations. He’d been raised to loath them, to want to best them, but ever since their new leader took control of the operation, things had gotten…stale.

Kian Erskine had been Dominus of the Eumia for a couple of years now, and in that time, had managed to turn the business away from most of their original underhanded dealings. He’d joined hands with the Imperial Heir of the planet to rid Synastry of the intricate flesh trading industry, and then had relocated the brunt of his mafia to his homeworld, Glyph.

It was the latter part that had quelled most of the unrest between the White Frost and them. Though they’d survived this long by ruling different cities, there’d always been bloody overlap. Since moving the base of his operations, Kian had also ensured most of those accidental encounters no longer occurred.

On the one hand, it was a good thing.

Having their greatest competition out of their way was a positive for the White Frost.

On the other, Levi was too smart to trust in something as tentative and fragile as peace.

If meeting with these fools could lead to something, it’d be worth it, and if it didn’t…Well. At least he’d get some exercise.

Not much, considering this bunch of pathetic waste of oxygen.

But some movement was better for the body than no movement at all.

He crossed his legs, resting his ankle on his knee, and propped an elbow onto the right armrest, making it clear he was waiting for the other man to speak.

Again.

“Yes,” the man bobbed his head like a bird, in an unbecoming and rather twitchy display of nerves that almost had Levi rethinking the plan to kill him after all was said and done. “My name is Sadie Jian, Mr. Morningstar. I’m from Glyph. And I—”

He held up a hand, silencing him. “I don’t recall asking for your backstory.”

“Right. Apologies.” His cheeks turned scarlet.

Pathetic.

“You’re an alpha?” Levi asked it to get the guy to drop his guard a bit, not because he couldn’t tell.

“I’m no prime, but yes, sir.”

“We call it dominant on Synastry.”

Synastry and Glyph were sister planets that housed relatively the same species. The main differences were in the way the Imperial families of each governed their planets, and the fact that Glyph had three secondary genders to Synastry’s two.

Here, everyone presented as either alpha or omega when they came of age. First gender, male or female, wasn’t anywhere as important as a person’s secondary one. Presentation, which took place between the ages of fifteen and twenty, defined a person’s entire life trajectory. Alphas, the stronger, more aggressive of the two, held more rights than their counterparts, though times had improved for omegas over the past century, allowing them for more securities.