Page 7 of His Stolen Omega

The omega would have been driven to find an alpha to mount him, a thing easier to accomplish when unclothed.

“Did he come onto you?” Levi asked, tipping his head as he took in the omega’s features.

Upper lip with a bowstring shape, slightly chubby cheeks, despite the shaped jawline. It was hard to tell the shade of his eyes, but he didn’t just need a bath, he was also due for a shave. There were no obvious markings on his skin, no tattoos or noticeable scars.

Admittedly, the omega was attractive. Probably spent the better part of his life beating off alphas with a stick. No doubt had a million prospects to choose from and a cushy life ahead of him.

Too bad.

Thanks to Sadie Jain, that once bright future was gone.

“He came onto everyone,” Sadie was saying, answering his question breezily, thinking that he’d struck gold when in reality he was standing on a landmine. “Even my beta boys. If they had a dick, he’d show interest. Pretty pathetic for the prince of the Eumia.”

“Yes, it would be,” Levi drawled, then tore his gaze off the naked male and set them back on Sadie, “if he really was the prince.”

Sadie faltered, and the truth of the matter shown clearly on his paling face.

“This is not Shiloh Sobu,” Levi continued. The one and only time the two of them had met, circumstances had been fuzzy at best, but he’d still recognize the prince. His smell, if nothing else.

He’d been forced to endure it for long enough the damn scent was ingrained on his psyche. Sometimes he even woke in the middle of the night with the taste of it on his tongue and bile rising up his throat.

“But you already knew that.” Levi flicked his wrist. “Kill them.”

“Wait!” Sadie leapt to his feet and held out his hands, panic palpable. “He may not be Shiloh Sobu, but he really is Kian’s brother!”

“Nice try, but everyone knows that Kian only has one omega brother. The other is—”

“A beta,” he cut Levi off, which honestly, was an offense worthy of death all on its own, but then his next words managed to catch Levi’s attention. “He was a beta. When I found him. Look,” he blew out a breath and shifted on his feet, “I admit it, all right? He isn’t Shiloh Sobu. They look so alike though.”

“You grabbed the wrong brother.” It was becoming clearer with every passing second. “And how, pray tell, did he end up in this state?”

“Allen got…nervous.”

“Allen?”

The man with the gun who’d kept to the edge of the carpet after delivering the omega hung his head.

“Hold up.” Koah stepped forward, got another whiff of the omega, and retreated, but his eyes narrowed on the man with the gun. “I recognize you.”

“From?” Levi asked.

“He’s one of the old employees of the Wardrobe. One of the ones who made off with Michelle’s hidden vials.”

The Wardrobe was an auction house and breeding den business they’d recently obtained. Its old owner, Michelle, had been running illegal experiments. The successful ones were the real reason Levi had any interest in stealing her territory, but unfortunately, she’d been one step ahead and had entrusted the last of the drug to someone crafty enough to make a run for it.

“You’re saying you used Rebirth on him?” Baal frowned at the omega.

“Where are the rest of the vials?” Levi demanded. The whole reason he’d gone after Michelle in the first place was to get his hands on that drug. It was worth more than Shiloh Sobu. Worth more than a dominant omega. Hell, a hundred dominant omegas.

Rebirth was the twisted fruit of her labors. Concocted in a seedy secret lab, perfected through copious rounds of illegal experimentation. It was, in many ways, one of a kind. There were other trials in the works, of course. Other companies secretly attempting to create drugs that could do what she’d successfully created.

Alter a person’s presentation at a biological level.

Including, apparently, a beta’s.

The outcry and fear that would run rampant in the streets if the general populous ever found out would be great enough even the Imperial family would struggle to contain it. Which was why Kian and Altair had tried so hard to “destroy” every lab attempting to make a drug like it that they learned of.

Levi wasn’t an idiot—not like Sadie. He knew Kian was holding onto vials himself, putting them aside for a rainy day, no doubt.