Page 46 of His Stolen Omega

“I’ve been to college,” he reminded, making himself sound casual, even though this was a somewhat private topic, despite the fact the alpha had already seen him naked and creaming himself. “Would I pick you if I had options? Hell no. But…” He shuddered thinking about the intense cramping and the waves of dizziness. How helpless he’d felt while lost to his heat. “I don’t want to feel that ever again.”

“Did your brother not teach you that it’s best to hold your weakness close?” Levi asked. “Telling me what you fear only gives me more power.”

“According to you, you’re already all-powerful,” he reminded, then he ran a hand through his hair, sneering when he felt how sticky and damp his locks were. “Just punish me and get it over with already.” He loathed the idea of washing up in the tiny sink next to the toilet in his cell, but it was better than nothing.

“I already told you,” Levi stated. “You’re cleaning.”

Elm blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I was clear.”

“Okay…and then what?” He licked his lips, preparing himself. “What happens once I’m finished fixing up the place?”

“Complete the task and find out.”

He scowled. Stupid White Frost prick wasn’t going to tell him.

“Did you just curse me in your head, omega?”

Elm paled, giving himself away, but the alpha still didn’t lash out with his pheromones again.

“We’ll start with the kitchen since we’re here already.” Levi motioned to the bowl on the table, and then the counter space which was littered with half cut vegetables.

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Supervising.”

“Of course.”

“You managed to slip free from a barred cell under the nose of one of my best,” Levi reminded. “If I wasn’t so livid, I would be impressed, but I most definitely won’t be leaving you to your own devices, especially not as you move about my home.”

“This is you mad?” Elm opted to start with the mess on the counters, since it was furthest from where the alpha was. “Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think you have a very strong grasp on the emotion. What type of personality disorder do you have? Machiavellianism? Kian’s—”

“I have no interest in your brother’s medical history.”

“You sure? Doesn’t that count as a weakness?” Elm found the trash bin and hauled it over, sweeping the food scraps into it before checking drawers for containers or bags he could put the good parts away in.

“I already have his biggest weakness,” Levi said. “It’s you.”

Elm grunted. “Kian will come for me, but that doesn’t mean he loves me.”

“Is love so important?”

“Isn’t it?” He supposed to people like Kian and Levi, it probably wasn’t. They most likely considered it more weakness. That was why he’d been so surprised when he’d learned his best friend Sky had gotten with Kian. Knowing his brother was capable of loving at least one person had been a relief, though…

Elm had felt a bit of self-pity, even knowing it wasn’t the same type of love he would have received if his brother could love him.

“Love wouldn’t make him find you any quicker,” the alpha replied. “It’s been months now, and he hasn’t even found his way to my doorstep.”

“I know you’re clever enough to throw him off the scent, at least for a while.”

“A compliment?”

“An observation,” Elm corrected.

“You’re rather calm, omega.”

“What? Thought I’d start crying and begging and pissing myself?”