He had no desire to become an enforcer for the company or to use his skillset against weaker beings. But ten years of captivity had chipped away at his morality, and he’d shifted his beliefs. Convinced himself that by doing this, he could at least help the rest of the product locked up in the compound with no hopes of ever getting free.
If Fenrir worked his way up, earned a position where his voice could be heard and his opinions held weight, he might be able to convince Michelle to reconfigure the restrictions placed on the product. She’d listened to him with the contracts. It wasn’t a complete impossibility.
“Oberon King has insisted on taking you off the property,” she stated. “You know what you have to do?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“If you fail—”
“I won’t.”
“See to it that you don’t.” She sighed, arms dropping to her sides as she walked toward him. “The White Frost aren’t to be taken lightly. I’ll do what I can to help you, but you’re going to be in the midst of the lion’s den. I’d hoped auctioning you off on Heated Hearts Day would better our chances, but all it’s done is summon the worst kind of monster to our doorstep.”
Fenrir was aware of her plans. The White Frost threw a massive party every year, so she’d assumed their upper tier would be busy in attendance there. Only lower-ranking members of the mafia had been given an invitation, with the hopes that if they attended the auction, it meant they were horny thanks to the holiday.
He’d been given permission to seduce the highest bidder with his pheromones and rush them into bed. On the one hand, that plan had still sort of played out—Oberon had beenmore than willing to fuck him—only, they hadn’t procured his signature yet.
Without the contract, there was the chance the alpha could have screwed him, then refused to pay up. If Fenrir had been able to complete his mission during that encounter, it would have been fine, however…
“Oberon is known for relying heavily on his assistant,” Michelle said, probably thinking the same thing Fenrir currently was. “If there’s a chance for you to access another device owned by a different White Frost, take it.”
“Understood.”
“Avoid the Dominus.”
“Okay.” Fen didn’t want to be anywhere near a man like Leviathan Morningstar anyway.
She reached up to cup his cheek, the touch too hot against his chilled skin. “Remember what I’ve done for you, Wolf. What I’ve sacrificed to keep you alive.”
The scientist she’d murdered, who’d been worth ten times what Fenrir had earned at this auction. The one who’d conducted illegal experiments on Fenrir as soon as he’d realized what Fen was. As soon as he’d seen that the drug was finally taking and his alphaness was slipping away to make room for his new omega presentation.
To her and the Wardrobe, he’d been an asset. Helping to create the first working version of Rebirth.
To Fenrir and many others, he’d been a monster, uncaring how many lives he took or how many souls underwent torture for his experiments.
Still, Michelle had been the one to stop him in the end, and by doing so, had spared Fenrir further torment. Hedidowe her, and even if he didn’t, the months that passed after that had proven one thing if nothing else.
He needed her.
Arguably more than she needed him.
Which was why he couldn’t fuck this up.
“Jose will tail you from behind for as long as he’s able,” Michelle told him. “We’ve planted a few of our own at Evergreen, so even if he’s forced to retreat to avoid exposure, you won’t be completely alone.”
Until the alpha took Fenrir somewhere private to complete the contract. She didn’t say it, but she didn’t have to.
“He’ll obviously book a room there. Other members of the mafia will be enjoying the holiday in a similar fashion. If you must, find a way to satisfy him and then slip free to complete the mission elsewhere. But under no circumstances are you to engage in sexual activity with anyone else. We have no way of knowing what that will do to your system. If you’re forced into influx again, I’ll be too far away to help you.”
Fenrir would be left to deal with the consequences, was what she really meant.
She may have gone out of her way to create him, but that only made him slightly less disposable than the rest of the product.
“No one else is allowed to touch me. It’s in the contract,” Fen reminded. A clause they’d put in there specifically to ensure he wasn’t forced to interact with too many different alpha pheromones. The omega side of himself didn’t mind, but theotherpart…the part that still sometimes craved domination… “My energy is stable. When I’m in heat, the omega side takes control. I’ll be fine.”
The door burst open with no warning then, but Michelle didn’t move away. She stared Fenrir down in silent warning, keeping her back to the alpha who’d just intruded for a long spell before finally turning to greet him.
“Mr. King.” She dropped her hand from Fenrir’s face. “Is everything in order?”