Page 6 of His Stolen Omega

It made sense.

But it didn’t make it any less stupid.

Whatever.

It was hardly Levi’s problem that the kid had a death wish.

“You won’t be so cavalier in a moment,” Sadie insisted. “I’m not the only one after an omega.”

Baal took a threatening step forward, but Levi held him off with a lift of his hand.

“Is that so?” He had an idea of where this might be going now, and was eager to see it through.

There was only one omega the Leviathan was rumored to have held any interest in.

The rumors were false, but that was neither here nor there.

“You even sent people to Glyph to retrieve him, everyone knows.” Sadie had bought the same story as every other fool it seemed. “They botched the job and the omega ended up miscarrying. Is that why you haven’t tried again? Because you were after the baby, and not the prince?”

“You have the Prince of the Eumia?” Baal sounded like he believed that as much as Levi did.

Which was not at all.

If the prince was missing, word would have made it back to them. They had enough spies to know that with absolute certainty.

But…

“Prove it.” Levi might not hold any personal interest in the prince, or the supposed baby he’d been carrying, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still have some minor questions he wouldn’t hate getting the answers to.

Sadie motioned toward the guard in the back, the one with the gun, and the man slipped through a doorway to carry out the silent order.

For a brief moment, Levi felt his earlier curiosity return tenfold, almost enough to have anticipation bubbling, but then the door reopened, and the man with the gun hauled a trembling body out into the open.

The assaulting scent of omega in heat was instantaneous. Sweeping out to flood the large space in an impressively short amount of time. The smell of orange blossoms and coffee filled the room, the fragrance conjuring images of standing on the back porch, allowing sunlight to warm his skin at the tail end of a cold winter.

Incredibly delectable.

And completely wrong.

Behind him, Koah coughed and covered his nose with a curse. Baal, who was already mated, gave no reaction. Once they took a claimed mate, they wouldn’t react to other omegas in heat.

Since Sadie was the only other person in the room who seemed affected by it, that meant the men surrounding them were either also mated alphas, omegas, or betas.

Levi kept his composure, giving no signs that he was bothered as the omega was practically dragged across the cold concrete, before being roughly deposited onto the red carpet at Sadie’s feet.

The omega’s head lolled, eyes mere slits. He remained on his side where they’d left him, fingers twitching slightly, but otherwise giving no other movement. He also didn’t seem aware of where he was or what was happening.

“What the hell did you do to him?” Koah demanded.

“Gave him a sedative to try and calm him down,” Sadie explained. “It only sort of worked. His heat cycle is too strong.”

Alphas and omegas both experienced mating cycles every couple of months or so. For alphas, it was called a rut, omegas, a heat. During this time, their bodies would revert back to primal instincts, the need to breed and reproduce strong enough to drive even the soundest of minds mad if those needs weren’t met.

Considering the potency of this omega’s pheromones, he was obviously a dominant. His hair was messy, a deep black that didn’t appear to have been washed in days, if not weeks. Smears of dirt and grime Levi didn’t even want to think about covered his bare skin, mixed in with the sheen of sweat that coated him and glistened under the dim lighting of the warehouse.

“He’s naked,” Baal stated stonily.

“That wasn’t us,” Sadie rushed to say. “Every time we dressed him, he tore the clothes off. Got redundant, so we stopped bothering.”