Page 9 of His Stolen Omega

“You’re handling him yourself?” Koah asked while Baal got on his multi-slate to summon the soldiers waiting outside. He cowered away from the omega when Levi went to pass him, answering his own question in the process.

No one else here would be able to resist jumping this omega. Levi was the only one who could withstand the pull, which meant for the time being, he was the only who could be trusted with him.

“How very unfortunate you are,” he drawled quietly down to the omega, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards slightly when his eyes met violet ones.

Chapter 2:

The sounds kept switching between whimpers to full blown sobs, but neither bothered Levi. He stole glances into the cage, through bars that separated one half of the room from the other, watching the omega secured to the steel table writhe.

“Elm Erskine,” Baal was going over the information they had on the man. “Twenty-two. Graduated from Firethorn University a little under a year ago. No involvement with the Eumia. Hasn’t even been spotted near Caelum. Seems like Kian keeps his adoptive family and his blood family as separate as possible.”

Caelum was a host club on Glyph where Kian ran most of the Eumia, and also happened to live. It was where his other siblings, Shiloh and his twin sister Sloane, resided with him.

But apparently not Elm.

“Poor thing,” Fiora, the Butcher, stood by the window, eyes roaming over Elm with as much interest as Levi felt, though he was at least hiding it. She was a lithe alpha who’d been working with him for over a decade, intelligent and cruel, two things every Butcher needed to be to be successful at their jobs.

He’d called her here because of her extensive knowledge of species and how they worked.

Baal frowned when he glanced into the cage. “Are you planning on leaving him like that?”

“Feeling pity for him?” Fiora grunted and crossed her arms. “Best to view him as a lab rat and nothing more.”

“I concur.” Levi turned away from the cage, resting his shoulders back against the bars.

“He’s Kian’s family,” Baal reminded stiffly.

“He’s a newly made synthetic omega,” Fiora interjected. “This is the perfect opportunity to learn what that entails and how it affects the body.” She took a step closer to the cage. “It appears as though he’s still in the developmental stage.”

“How can you tell?” Levi asked.

“The sounds he’s making and the inconsistency in his pheromones. He doesn’t seem able to control whether or not he’s releasing seductive pheromones or warning ones. I wonder if he’ll continue in this state until he’s given a knotting.”

“We could try it.”

“Good Light.” Baal pinched his brow. “Just send me a list of the things you’ll need. But once the two of you are done—”

“We’ll have to either kill him or send him back,” Levi stated.

“Sending him back after experimenting on him might not be the best decision.”

“Noted.” It wasn’t one that had to be made today, so he wasn’t going to bother wasting time on it.

The cell on the lower level of the main house had been empty for some time, meaning it’d been relatively easy to order it redecorated in preparation for Levi’s new guest. There was a single mattress tucked into the far left corner, with a chain dangling from the wall. A section with a toilet and a sink to the right, with a tiny partition to allow for a modicum of privacy.

And then the medical table in the center. The one the omega was spread eagle on, wrists and ankles locked in place with padded cuffs. He’d been positioned so his private parts were facing inward, his head currently tipped back slightly, eyes locked on Levi.

He’d been staring at him like that for over an hour now, the whole time he’d been carried through the estate grounds, past men in masks to prevent them from smelling his pheromones, and since, while Levi and Baal waited for Fiora to arrive.

The look in his eyes couldn’t be considered present, however. It was cloudy, pupils blown, expression flashing between desperation and anger.

It was impossible to tell how aware he was, whether or not the omega understood what was happening to him. But he didn’t need to know any of that anyway. He just needed to lay there and be a good little test subject.

Once Levi’s curiosity was satisfied, he’d end the omega’s suffering, be that with a bullet or an escorted trip back home to Glyph.

“Should it be taking this long?” Baal tipped his head. “He was supposedly given the drug two days ago.”

“Maybe it’s because he’s a beta,” Fiora guessed. “Or perhaps the vials of Rebirth they had aren’t the final product.”