Page 41 of His Stolen Omega

Levi almost rolled his eyes. “Administer an IV.”

“I can’t,” she said. “He won’t even let me in the room anymore.”

A low rumble slipped past his lips, and he pinched his brow as Wook pulled the car onto the road. “I don’t have time for this, Butcher. Do your job properly.”

“Dominus, I told you he needed regular exposure to alpha pheromones.”

“You also said that any alpha should do,” he reminded. “That’s why you’re there.”

“I was wrong.” She paused, and then continued, “Come see him. If he’s left like this much longer, he’ll go feral, and I’m not convinced he’ll come out of it this time.”

If they lost the synthetic omega, they’d be forced to waste one of the doses of Rebirth they had to create another test subject. Starting from scratch would severely set them back, not to mention, there was no way of knowing if the subject took to the drug in the same ways Elm had.

Or at all.

Reading through the notes created by the Wardrobe, it’d come to Levi’s attention that more than a third of those who’d been administered the drug had died. They did not have enough doses to risk wasting one on a person who most likely wouldn’t even make it.

“Look, I know you don’t like it, but I can get Koah back in here. He’s at least a bit stronger than I am, and—” she stopped abruptly, muffled words from the other end spoken but too far for Levi to make out.

Then she hung up on him.

On him.

Levi blinked at the screen of his device for a long moment, completely shocked.

“Sir, we’ll make it downtown in—” Wook began, only for Levi to bark out new orders.

“The estate. Now.”

Something serious better have happened there, otherwise Levi was going to be in the market for a new Butcher.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, he stepped into chaos.

The smell hit him first, the heavy scent of omega. There were zips of aggression, brushes that felt like pure fire licking at his skin, but mixed in it were just regular pheromone leakage, the kind that didn’t encourage or force a response, but just were. As though the omega was trying to let someone know where he was.

Levi followed it, but it became apparent pretty quickly he didn’t need it to locate the omega.

The trail of bodies was more than enough to lead the way.

It started just past the foyer, in the sitting room. He’d opened the estate up as usual once the synthetic had come out of his coma, meaning there were cleaning staff meant to be roaming about, as well as the three dozen or so guards there to patrol the premises. No one was allowed even near the basement aside from Fiora, but it was clear that hadn’t kept any of them safe.

Hulking, muscular men, some in tactical gear, others in suits, twitched and drooled on the carpet, some even blindly reaching for Levi as he passed. They weren’t dead, but they probably wished they were, the pain bad enough to cause them to convulse every few seconds as though electricity was connected straight to their veins.

His cleaning and cooking staff was made entirely of recessive omegas and alphas, those who produced very little smell and struggled sensing pheromones. It was the closest a Syn could come to being a beta on their planet, but even they hadn’t been safe.

They weren’t in as much pain, but they’d tucked themselves into corners, hidden behind furniture, curled up, with their faces pressed against their knees. Not a single one of them dared lift their heads when Levi roamed through the rooms, passing one by one on his search for the source of this madness.

There were abandoned cleaning supplies here and there, a discarded set of handcuffs some idiot had tried to use, and stains.

Piss stains.

Sweat stains.

Potentially the remnants of a cup of coffee.

Every time Levi’s gaze landed on another thing out of place, his carefully crafted veneer cracked.