He spun on his heels, ready to make his way back over—and froze.
Koah and Fenrir were still alone, talking amongst each other.
“Well. Fuck me.” That helped fill in the blanks that had gone unanswered. “I was wondering why the Mistress of the Wardrobe put a synthetic omega into the mix.”
“He’s altered?” Levi’s eyes finally focused, though Oberon wasn’t fond of the way they settled on Fenrir, taking him in from head to toe the way he would size up an enemy.
Which, technically, Fenrir was, sure.
But that didn’t change the way O felt about it.
“You found out he’s the Wolf, but you didn’t know about this?” Oberon didn’t understand his need to step between them, but acted on instinct, allowing himself to move to block his friend’s view. When Levi lifted a brow, he shrugged. “No clue why, but I’m feeling kind of possessive of him.”
“Of the synthetic omega known to warm Michelle Ophelia’s bed?”
“Rumored,” he corrected. “Besides, so what if he has? He’s a heat virgin.”
“Fenrir Snow tell you that?”
“I literally just bought him from a heat auction. A virginal one.”
“Yes, because information on the label is never doctored.” Levi settled back in his seat, a glass chair with a white cushion. It wasn’t regal by definition, and yet whenever he sat on it, it somehow screamed the word throne. That, of course, was by design. Appearance was everything to the Leviathan. Everything around him, down to the minute detail, was carefully curated by his own fingers.
Even the decorations in this place. An outsider probably assumed he’d hired a decorator to do all of the planning, but that wasn’t the case. Every floral arrangement, colored balloon, and tapestry had been carefully selected by Levi to ensure the exact feel and vibe he envisioned was presented.
Ice sculptures shaped like cherubs decorated tables. They’d been made with a red liquid, so as they melted over the white tablecloths, they stained. Alcoves had been created in shadowy areas of the ballroom below, inviting couples to tuckthemselves away from prying eyes. Classical music spilled from hidden speakers, at just the right volume to be heard, but not loud enough that anyone needed to scream over it to find a suitable partner.
Tonight, like many of the White Frost events, was about raw power and primal urges. Everyone was encouraged to hook up and go hard. To spend the rest of the weekend tumbling between the sheets. And they would too.
All of them except for the Leviathan himself.
Levi was too big of a control freak to allow a random stranger close enough to climb into his bed. He’d take lovers now and again, but they were always carefully selected. With background checks run on them several times over beforehand.
And that had been before.
For the past six months, their Dominus hadn’t shown any interest in getting laid. Not even once. If the subject was even jokingly brought up, his mood would sour, and he’d take it out on whoever had been dumb enough to speak about such things.
Oberon sort of got it. After what Levi had gone through, it made sense that there’d be some…trauma around things like that.
But he wasn’t going to waste his time on whether or not his friend ever got his dick wet again. Not when there were more pressing matters.
Like how badly O wanted to fuck the synthetic omega in question, even if he ended up being the mysterious Wolf. Which he really must be, because Levi wouldn’t have made an accusation like that without proof.
“Is that why you called me over here?” Oberon asked. “Does Koah know?”
“You’re the first one I’ve told,” Levi said.
“Oh, why is that?”
“Because you’re the one who brought him here?”
“Are you saying you’re being thoughtful, Dominus?” As if.
“I’m being strategic,” he confirmed. “Since Michelle enrolled her pet in the auction, that must mean they have a plan. Did you feel targeted?”
Oberon laughed. “Not at all.”
But…