Page 68 of His Stolen Omega

If the omega hadn’t been so close to losing it to his heat, Levi would have made those guards suffer, but as it were, he’d needed them taken care of quickly so he could focus on Elm.

“You fractured three fingers,” Fiora stated, applying the last second-skin patch, a technology that would speed up the healing process, over his back and shoulder. It’d taken her over a half hour to remove all the glass from the shattered car window. “Came this close to nicking a major artery, and dislocated your shoulder.”

“Nothing serious.”

She hummed in agreement, even as Koah rolled his eyes.

Levi had suffered through much worse and they knew it. They all had. These were all minor injuries that would be fully healed within a day or two thanks to their species advanced healing and modern medicine.

He was more concerned about his omega.

“Stop checking that damn thing. He’s fine,” Koah said when Levi lifted his multi-slate to peer at the screen showing the omega’s vitals. “I viewed the footage like you asked. Seems like the guards caught a whiff of the synthetic even from the main level and grew curious. They followed it to the stairwell and,” he shrugged, “you know how well that worked out for them.”

“He was trying to fight back.” Levi stared at the sleeping omega.

“During his heat, that would be difficult,” Fiora replied. “Once he’s stabilized it shouldn’t be a problem, but until then…He’s close to it. It shouldn’t be much longer.”

“What’s your definition of close? Fenrir took a year,” Koah pointed out.

“Every case is different.”

Koah’s device chimed and he checked it. “Speak of the devil. The Purse says he’s here. Apparently, you wanted him to bring something?”

Shit. That was right.

“Can he handle being around other omegas?” Levi asked Fiora.

“I don’t see why not. We’re all here in any case. If something does happen, you can settle him.” She stood and brushed off her hands. “I’m going to go take care of the bodies in the basement. Try not to move too much for the next hour or so.”

“I’ll stand in the hallway.” He got up before she could tell him not to, snatching the blood bag off his thigh and carrying it. “Go with her, Koah. And send Oberon and the rest up.”

“The rest?” Koah shook his head when Levi refused to answer then walked off to follow the order.

Levi moved into the hall and then pulled the bedroom door mostly closed, leaving a few inches of space open so he could keep Elm in his sights. This was pretty crappy timing, but he’d forgotten Oberon had completed his task and planned to come by today. Originally, Levi had meant to receive them in one of the smaller guest houses when he returned, before coming back to Elm, but now…

Oberon appeared at the end of the hallway, grinning when he spotted Levi waiting. “Heard you got into some trouble?” He whistled, then motioned to the line of omegas who were trailing behind him.

They kept their heads bowed, eyes on the carpet. Out of the five of them, two were female, but all were dominant. The hall was wide enough four of them could easily stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and they stopped ten or so feet away when Oberon signaled them.

“Going to tell me what this is all about?” Oberon slipped his hands into the front pockets of his tan slacks and then sniffed. “Starting with what the odd smell is coming from your room.”

“No.” Levi stepped closer, eyeing the omegas. None of them were ugly, two of them were even rather attractive. He openly smelled them, but while he didn’t have any adverse reactions to their pheromones, none of them made him feel even an ounce of what Elm did.

“You.” He pointed to one of the males. “Give me lust pheromones.”

The dominant omega clearly knew who he was and didn’t put up a fuss, activating his seductive scent and sending it Levi’s way.

It was pleasant, rich and nutty, with a hint of powder. Levi’s cock twitched but didn’t get hard, though it was enough to tell him he could fuck this omega if he really wanted to.

Not that he did.

He had no interest in bedding any of them. In fact, the longer they stood there, altering the air, mixing their scents with his omega’s, the more frustrated Levi started to feel. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, causing him to shift on his feet and purse his lips.

It wasn’t their pheromones that bothered him, it was that their pheromones were sullying the perfume of Elm Erskine that had seeped into the walls this past week.

Levi took a deliberate step back. “Get them out of here.”

“You don’t want one?”