Page 61 of His Stolen Omega

His cold and unfeeling nature. He didn’t love. Didn’t covet. Didn’t partake in any vices. His enjoyment came from smaller things, the perfect song at a ritzy party he organized for the White Frost. The perfect décor to convey the mood he wanted to capture—a mood he often wasn’t able to fully experience himself.

The secret to wanting for nothing, at least in his own personal experience, was to want for nothing.

He kept the businesses running, led the White Frosts’ underhanded dealings, and that was that. Occasionally, he’d allow himself a little side quest, so to speak. A quick form of entertainment to keep his spirit alive. Rebirth was that current project, one he’d only shown an interest in because of how desperately Kian and the Imperial Heir had been to rid the streets of it.

Levi knew better. It was obvious the two of them planned on perfecting the drug on their own. They would use it for their own illicit purposes, furthering the Eumia’s reach and power. With that being the case, of course the White Frost needed a batch of their own. A way to reverse the effects, should the Eumia ever declare war and attempt to use alteration drugs against them.

This had started as an interest that would benefit and bolster his people’s defense.

So when had it boiled down to nonstop thoughts about a single synthetic omega?

“He won’t speak to me.” It sounded foolish even to his own ears.

“If I recall, you’ve always preferred it that way,” Baal said, shifting in his seat some to face him. “Koah mentioned you were acting strange over the omega, but we all thought it was his pheromones getting to you.”

“It is.” It had to be.

“I stepped into the foyer just now and I barely smelled him,” Baal pointed out. “You say he’s getting better. If he’s no longer reliant on you to stay in control, you shouldn’t be this agitated by the distance either.”

Levi tugged on his tie, loosening it. “This is absurd.”

“Did you read the file I put together?”

He had. As soon as he’d found out that the omega was an artist, his curiosity had been piqued. He’d combed through the packet of information Baal had collected on Elm Erskine twice over, committing every detail to memory.

“I read it right in front of him,” Levi stated. “He had no idea.”

“And what has he been doing? While you’re reading or working?”

“Sketching.”

Baal lifted a brow. “Sketching?”

“I gave him an art pad.”

“To…encourage mental clarity?”

“Mental health is proven to be linked to pheromone regulation.” Levi closed his eyes and rested his head back. This was idiotic. If he couldn’t speak to Baal of such things, who could he talk to? “But no. I like watching him draw.”

Baal seemed as taken aback by that revelation as Levi was.

It was something that had been easy to ignore and explain away in the beginning. But now, months into having the omega, Levi was starting to notice the changes in himself that had been less obvious at the start. Like how his eyes were always drawn the omega’s way, and how they lingered far longer than necessary.

“I’ve always enjoyed his smell, but I thought that was because of what he is,” he explained, hoping that if he said it all out loud, he’d be able to purge himself of these emotions. “He responded only to my scent, which while an ego booster, isn’t too surprising. Aside from being a synthetic, there was seemingly nothing remarkable about him.”

“But then?” Baal prompted.

He sighed. “Do you know what he said to me the first time he came out of his feral heat? He said being an omega was unnatural.”

“For him, it is. He doesn’t have a womb, Levi. He isn’t meant to go through heat, or take a knot, or carry children.”

Rebirth could alter someone’s chemistry, but it couldn’t grow larger organs from scratch. It was able to produce the glands needed to create slick, and form the bulge at the base of a person’s cock to form a knot, but it couldn’t do much else.

Elm Erskine’s body thought it needed to breed, went into heat, craved a knot, but that belief was false. He would never be a true omega. Would never get pregnant.

“That isn’t it,” Levi insisted. “He’s horrified by what he’s become, but not because it was forced on him.”

“Then why?”