“Looked like Fenrir was ordered to go after easier bait.” He’d been staring Note Hex down pretty obviously. “It’s likely they were after a White Frost member.”
“She must have heard something.” Levi rubbed at his temple. “I’ll have Koah check for leaks in our resources. If one of our plants was caught and Michelle caught wind of our plans—”
“No,” Oberon interrupted, shaking his head as his mind worked the problem from a different angle.
Levi was logical. Using rationale and reason.
O was the opposite. He believed in following his gut and trusting his alpha instincts.
“If she knew we were getting ready to take over her company from a legal standpoint, she’d send her lawyer, not Fenrir.”
“That loud alpha who is as tall as a tree?” Levi tsked. “He’s hardly inconspicuous.”
Trick P’at was often mistaken for a bodyguard, but they’d since learned that wasn’t the case. The real reason he stuck to Michelle like glue was because he was her counsel, and he had the degree and schooling to back it up. Oberon kept his distance from the Wardrobe, but even he knew the two of them had a tendency to value offense over defense.
“If they’d caught one of us amidst their ranks, they would have sent them back in a body bag.” Oberon was sure of it. “They’d be making a statement, not playing nice. Michelle knows something is coming, but she hasn’t figured out what yet. That’s why she risked sending Fenrir to me.”
“Therumorsmust not be very true,” Levi said. “I don’t know of any alpha who would willingly place their omega in harm's way.”
Fenrir wasn’t her omega. He didn’t bear her mark.
And he never would.
“Is he in harm’s way?” he asked instead, setting a warning look on his friend.
“I think the better question is why do you care if he is?” Levi made no moves to get up, but he was paying sharper attention now. “Didn’t the two of you just meet?”
“About four hours ago,” Oberon filled in. “So? Baal fell for a guy over a sandwich and spent years searching for him.”
“Are you saying this is the same as it is with Baal and Thorn?”
“No.” His nose scrunched. “Don’t be absurd.”
The underboss had hunted down the identity of the omega he’d experienced that random encounter with and had finally found him about a year ago. Ownership had always been the goal. Despite the parting joke Oberon had made back at the auction house, he had no intentions of trying to hold onto Fenrir.
“I’m not the one who needs that advice,” Levi said.
O sighed. “What do you want me to do?”
“Keep a close eye on him?”
“Well, seeing as how I plan to be balls deep inside of him in the foreseeable future, I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Fuck him, then release him.” Levi waved a hand, disinterest settling in once more. “Since you’re so certain his mistress isn’t on to us, there’s a chance this is a mere diversion meant to make us question things. I’ll have Koah tighten security. Find a way to plant a tracking device on the synthetic omega when you’re done with him. Perhaps he can be useful.”
“Sure.” Oberon didn’t see a problem with that. All he had to do was satiate his curiosity, and there was little doubt thatwouldn’t happen after sleeping with Fenrir. Then, the omega would be meaningless to him, and he’d send him back to the Wardrobe as promised.
It seemed pretty simple to him, but Levi didn’t appear to be as convinced.
“What?” O asked.
“You agreed, just like that?” The Dominus rested his chin on his palm. “If he’s caught with a bug on his person, the Wardrobe won’t go easy on him.”
“That’s not my problem.” O frowned. “Hold up, weren’t you the one just telling me not to get attached?”
“There were insinuations,” he corrected, “but I never told you not to in so many words.”
“You aren’t making much sense, Leviathan.” Which was out of character, and any time someone did something that was unlike their usual self… Oberon’s eyes narrowed. “What are you playing at?”