Page 65 of His Stolen Omega

Wild was dangerous.

According to Levi, he’d had to put a group of them down when he’d taken him from the warehouse.

Elm tried to use aggressive pheromones, but his body wouldn’t cooperate, the primal urge to attract a mate too great. Maybe if he’d had more control over himself, he’d be able to, but try as he might, all he could muster was a tiny twinge of it added to his smell.

“The Leviathan will kill you if you touch me,” he attempted to scare them, but all he seemed to do was make them more desperate.

“The Dominus told us to look out for you.” The third guard pulled his blaster from its holster and aimed it at the lock pad. “We’re following orders.”

Elm jerked and covered his head protectively when the lock was blown, then backed up until he hit the wall as they crowded into the cell. “There’s no way he told you to do this.”

“He left us with an omega in heat,” the blond sneered. “Of course he wanted us to do this. He’s always rewarding the White Frost with flesh. You’re a prisoner.” He started to undo his belt, but stopped there, not yet unzipping his pants. “What’s it matter what happens to you anyway?”

“You don’t know who I am.” Elm debated whether or not using Kian’s name would get him in more trouble or help him out. If they were so sure Levi had set this up for them, they probably wouldn’t hesitate simply because the name of their enemy was mentioned.

Had Levi set this up for them?

Elm glanced at the camera.

The alpha hadn’t rushed out this morning. Everything had gone the same way it usually did when he needed to leave. They followed the same routine, had breakfast at the dining room table before he’d been brought down here. Levi had even asked him if there was anything else he needed before he left.

There’d been nothing to indicate the alpha was planning something like this. Nothing to show he’d been aware Elm would slip into heat.

As far as Elm knew, they still weren’t able to track the mating periods. His body randomly went into heat seemingly on a whim. The alpha couldn’t have known, and if he had…He’d promised he’d be with him.

The guy was a control-freak-psychopathic-nightmare, but he’d never lied about it. Had been pretty upfront about everything, right from the start, even being honest when he’d viewed Elm as nothing more than an object to be used. He’d given Elm his word that he wouldn’t leave him empty next heat, but also that he would be there for it, and Good Light, call him crazy, but Elm believed him.

Levi wouldn’t have left if he’d sensed the heat was coming.

Which meant he hadn’t.

And these guys were full of shit.

The brunette reached for him and Elm reacted, going on the defensive as he struggled to summon aggressive pheromones again. If he could just activate them, he could take these fuckers down easy.

Kian had put him in self-defense training when he’d still been in grade school, though Elm admittedly hadn’t taken it as seriously as he probably should have. If not for Pike, who’d been training him on the side for months, Elm wouldn’t have stood any type of chance against members from the White Frost.

He dropped low, gritting his teeth against the way his hard dick moved awkwardly as he did, and delivered an uppercut right against where the brunette’s kidney should be. At the sound of the pained howl, Elm managed to gather a little bit of his aggressive pheromones, sending them directly at the man.

It clearly stung, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

The blond was on him in an instant, slapping him hard across the face, so that Elm fell back onto the mattress. He struggled to straddle him, Elm snapping his teeth and hissing like a wild cat, too keyed up on survival instincts to be embarrassed.

The rest of his body still didn’t get the message. These alphas all smelled gross, and Elm’s mind wanted nothing to do with them, but his ass continued to leak slick, and his dick smeared the front of his shorts with enough precome it stained.

He got a knee between them and managed to land a good hit, enough to send the alpha sprawling back. Their pheromones kept sweeping over him, coming from all sides, trying to lure him into a deeper lust, but Elm didn’t let it get to him. If he could fight against the Leviathan’s influence, he sure as shit could resist these losers.

Elm took a punch to the face, hard enough it snapped his head to the side and he saw stars. His ankles were captured and he was yanked down the side of the mattress onto his back, seeing spots as he stared up at the high stone ceiling.

There came the sound of a zipper, a growl as the alphas fought against each other over who would go first.

Just as he was about to gather his strength and lift himself up, a loud crack echoed against the walls, followed by another, and then a third.

Elm sat up just in time to see all three guards hit the concrete, each one bleeding from a hole in their head.

A whimper slipped past his lips the second he tore his gaze off them and saw Levi standing there with a blaster still held high. It was like the whole ordeal vanished from his mind in a puff of smoke, and Elm scrambled over the bodies, darting out of the cage. His arms banded around Levi’s waist and he clung to him, still of sound enough mind not to take it too far and purr and rub his face over his chest—even though the urge was there.

“Said you sent them,” Elm stated, wanting to hear for himself that wasn’t the truth.