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The impact was unavoidable; their car vaulted into the air and was sent spiraling.

Chapter 15:

Elm was so focused on his sketch of the mountains, he didn’t notice the cramping until the pangs were strong enough to have his vision swimming and him doubling over. The pencil he’d been holding clattered to the floor and rolled across the cage, slipping beneath the gap under the door.

He cursed and set the sketchpad to the side, stood on shaky feet, and stumbled forward toward the bars. This heat wasn’t coming on as aggressively, maybe because he was adjusting and had gotten used to the sensations. Or maybe it was the lingering smell of the alpha still caught in the material of his clothing.

Levi had rubbed the underside of his jaw across Elm’s sleeve, and again over his shoulder, a ritual he’d started the first time he’d brought Elm back down here and left him to take care of business.

Scenting.

Elm never thought anyone would ever scent for him.

As a beta, it wouldn’t have made a difference since he couldn’t smell pheromones, though some alphas and omegas apparently still did it for their beta lovers to warn off others of their proclivity. They had glands in a few places, beneath their jawlines, at the base of their neck, their wrists, and their inner thighs. Rubbing these glands on a partner while pushing pheromone would douse them in an almost perfume.

In this case, Levi was using it for comfort. To help keep Elm’s body in check by leaving his scent behind even if he wasn’t there physically.

He was going to have to return though, sooner rather than later, if Elm had any say.

The thought of having to suffer through another mating period on his own had him whining, the sound low and drawn out, as though there was a chance the alpha might hear it.

Actually…

Elm recalled the camera, the tiny flashing red light in the corner on the outside of the cage catching his attention the second he looked for it. The alpha had never tried to hide it, had even pointed it out to him, though Elm had pretended not to hear.

He’d been doing that all week. Icing the Leviathan out. Admittedly approaching the situation from a sort of childish standpoint. But it wasn’t like he had other options. He was powerless here, still unstable and dependent on the man keeping him against his will. Even when he’d dreamed of waking and magically being an omega, Elm had never fantasized about this.

The darker side of their nature was unavoidable, so of course he’d known about it. Hell, even his best friend had been taken and claimed without his consent. Things had worked out in the end and Sky and Kian were very much in love, but that didn’t change how messed up the beginning had been.

Was that in Elm’s future?

Now that he was omega, did he have to worry about some alpha overpowering him and forcing the bite?

Would Levi eventually gift him away? He kept bringing up how precious a dominant omega like Elm was…and he was the Dominus of a powerful mafia…Trading people like currency was probably something he’d done in the past and wouldn’t hesitate to do in the future.

So far, being Kian’s brother had spared Elm a little. The cell sucked, but the mattress was comfortable, he had a blanket and changes of clothing, and the toilet was at least somewhat private. They’d never withheld meals, and since moving upstairs, he’d even been allowed showers.

Surely giving him away would draw the Eumia’s attention, something Levi and his men had clearly stated they wanted to avoid. And, thinking on it more, the Leviathan was far too big of a control freak to trust Elm in someone else’s hands, not when there was a chance Elm could escape this third party and make his way to Kian to tattle on the White Frost.

No, Levi wouldn’t—

The door opened and Elm felt a wave of anticipation.

Only for confusion to take its place as soon as three strange men entered.

They were dressed in black suits, clearly guards, but their eyes were glowing and they moved…wrong. Their noses tipped up as soon as they entered, sniffing the air, catching Elm’s scent, and then they growled.

He shot away from the bars, retreating as they stalked forward, eyes catching onto him. His heat wasn’t something he could control, the pheromones pouring out of him heady and thick in the air. They were already hard when he dared check, and Elm hissed, covering his nose to try and block out their offending scents.

Even as his body responded to the presence of alphas, heating and preparing by wetting his passage and lengthening his dick. He felt slick seep through the back of the white shorts he was wearing, causing the material to stick to him uncomfortably. It also had the added effect of drawing the predators closer, their arousal growing noticeably stronger.

“Omega,” one of them, a tall man with broad shoulders and blond hair, grabbed onto the bars and shook them once. “Let me in.”

Elm shook his head.

“Frightened,” another guard, this one a brunette, reached for the keypad, and Elm’s heart stuttered in his chest. But it became apparent a moment later he didn’t have the code, and he released a frustrated rumble before banging against the lock.

Normally, alphas couldn’t resist an omega in heat. They’d be driven to mount them. It was basic biology. But Elm could see the hints of madness, knew it was his particular brand of pheromones turning them wild.