“A single heat?” Koah’s shock wore off the second he turned to look at Oberon’s face. “Ah. I see.”
Fen tried to turn, curious what it was the alpha apparently saw, but the arm around his waist tightened, preventing him from doing so.
“If you need a moment with the Dominus,” Koah cryptically said then, “I would take it now. I’ll keep your omega company.”
“From that exact distance,” Oberon warned.
Koah smirked. “Of course.”
They stared each other down for a spell, and then Oberon released Fenrir and turned to address him. “Don’t move from this spot. Understood?”
He had literally no clue what was going on anymore, but whatever. Whatever had just transpired between these alphas didn’t affect him.
“It’s not like there’s anywhere else I could go.” Even if Fenrir did manage to slip away—which wasn’t even something he wanted to do—there was nowhere for him to run to. If the White Frost didn’t find him, the Wardrobe surely would, and then there would be hell to pay from both sides.
No thank you.
“Go on,” Fen motioned toward the Dominus with his empty glass. “I’ll wait.”
“Many of us have yet to pair up,” Koah told Oberon. “If you don’t hurry, someone else might be tempted to slip your omega something and steal him away.”
How flippantly he spoke about forcing Fenrir into heat was disgusting, and it took all of his willpower to mask his disdain. The Imperial family had backed this holiday in the hopes of encouraging procreation, but all it’d really done was make an already vulnerable group even more so.
He had to remember where he was and who he was dealing with.
No matter how comfortable Oberon managed to make him, he couldn’t allow his guard to drop.
“It’s been a while since I’ve killed a friend.” Oberon didn’t bother saying more than that, leaving the two of them on their own without so much as a second glance.
Fenrir watched him cross the room, only tearing his gaze away when the alpha still with him cleared his throat loudly. “Something I can help you with?”
“It’s unlikely.” Movement below caught Koah’s attention, and he laughed. “Looks like you two aren’t the only ones getting laid tonight.”
Following his line of sight, Fen spotted a dark-haired man and a male with similar hair to Levi’s exiting the main room in a hurry.
“Everyone is having fun,” Koah stated. “Is it really fair to ask me to stand here and babysit instead of hunting for a good time of my own?”
“You’re the one who offered,” Fenrir pointed out. “I’m more than all right on my own.”
He cocked his head. “Yes, it does seem like you’re rather comfortable with your current situation.”
Fen felt a prickle of indignation and sneered before he could help it. “I’m welltrained.”
“And quick to mock yourself.”
“Better me than you.”
“A prideful omega. Those are the best kind.”
“A prideful omega that can be yours for the low, low cost of twelve million coin,” Fenrir quipped.
Koah held up both hands in surrender. “I think I’ll take my chances with the omegas below.”
“There are quite a few staring at you,” he hummed in agreement.
“You noticed?” He seemed to find humor in that. “A prideful, perceptive omega. I smell trouble, but the underboss just left, so alas, there’s no one to report to.”
Fenrir lifted a brow. “Pretty sure the Dominus is right behind you.”