“Levi doesn’t concern himself over stuff like this.”
“Like what exactly?” Yet again, Fen felt like he was missing something.
“Never mind.” Koah rested his arms on the ledge of the banister and nodded toward the floor. “Who do you figure? The female brunette? Or the male with the hair like fire?”
“Either one would do, I suppose.”
“Come on. That’s a boring response. Your taste clearly runs expensive. You’re attracted to Oberon, after all.”
“Who says I’m attracted to him?” He shrugged. “I go where I’m told.”
“I won’t waste time arguing the obvious with you. Hurry up and help me pick.”
Since there wasn’t anything else to do anyway, Fenrir took a closer look at the options. The female kept stealing glances, her attention more obvious than the male’s, who kept his eyes down. The hunched set of his shoulders and the way his cheeks flushed gave him away, however. Every time Koah set his attention on him, he shifted noticeably.
“Do you have a preference?” Fen asked.
“I do not,” Koah replied. “An omega is an omega. First gender doesn’t matter to me. Besides, unlike some, I’m not here to capture a mate. I just want to get laid.”
“I’m not sure it really matters which of them you end up with then.”
“It always matters.” Koah sighed. “But what if I make the wrong choice?”
“If you want someone who can be easily dominated, go with the redhead,” he suggested. “If you want someone who might fight back—”
“The brunette it is.” The alpha didn’t let him finish, already moving away without so much as a thank you or reminder to stay put.
Fenrir rolled his eyes, about to turn and check to see if Oberon was still discussing things with the Leviathan, before someone stepped up on his left side. He froze, recognizing the waitress instantly, and pretended to consider the selection of wines on the golden tray she offered.
“Red is a lovely color,” she suggested in a soft murmur, her honey gaze downcast. Her gold and silver outfit matched all the other members of staff, and her hair had been pulled into a tight bun. While it left her face bare, it also meant she blended in with the rest of the waitresses seamlessly. Unless someone took the time to really look at her and memorize her face, they probably wouldn’t recognize her if they crossed paths on the street.
But that’s what the Wardrobe was counting on. They hoped the White Frost would be too busy partying, too secure in their own power to suspect a spy had infiltrated their midst.
Wordlessly, Fen selected the red concoction and set his empty glass in the space the flute left.
“Is it strong?” Fenrir tipped it, pretending to admire the way the red glimmered in the light.
“It’s best to take it all in one go,” she confirmed.
Drugged. No doubt with a heat inducer.
Michelle hadn’t liked what took place in that room. Would have seen the alpha come onto Fenrir. It wouldn’t matter to her that Fen had pushed him away in the end. She must be anxious, eager for this to be over.
Fen couldn’t say he felt any differently.
Bringing the glass to his lips, he tossed back his head and downed the contents.
Chapter 7:
“I’m not a big fan of summons.” Oberon draped an arm over the back of Levi’s chair and peered out over the crowd, trying to pinpoint what had captured the Dominus’ attention. “What are we looking at?”
“The Wolf,” Levi stated in his firm, no-nonsense voice.
“No shit.” O moved closer to the edge, but he still couldn’t make out who he was staring at. “Where?”
“Talking with Koah.”
Shit.