“Not a thing.” Levi motioned with his chin over O’s shoulder. “Looks like the Wolf has been left to his own devices. I suggest you go over there before he acts on whatever orders he’s under and gets himself in trouble.”
Feeling like the tables had been turned on him, yet unable to grasp why, Oberon wandered off, heading back to Fenrir who had, in fact, been abandoned by Koah at some point.
He reached him just as the omega finished downing a drink, and he watched Fenrir select another glass, this one with a purple concoction in it, before turning to acknowledge he’d returned.
The waitress who’d served him slipped away as soon as he’d turned his back to her, but that was no matter.
Oberon was over drinking.
“Good talk?” Fenrir asked. “Took you long enough.”
“I wasn’t aware you’d already grown so fond of my presence.” He eyed the drink in Fenrir’s hand for a little longer than was comfortable, wondering how close he was to getting drunk now. “I have bad news.”
“Oh?”
“It appears Baal has already booked the penthouse suite for the night.”
The corner of Fenrir’s mouth twitched. “That is terrible news indeed.”
“I was hoping to regale you with—” Oberon cut himself off abruptly, nostrils flaring.
A second later, Fenrir seemed to pick up on why.
The omega’s skin flushed suddenly, beads of sweat dotting his brow. Without seeming to realize what he was doing, he reached up and started tugging on the knot of his tie. A second later, he swooned, dropping his glass in the process.
It shattered on the ground between them, but Oberon hardly noticed, shooting forward to catch Fenrir just as he tipped closer to the banister.
“Omega,” a growl rumbled out of him as he pulled Fenrir in close. “Explain.”
“Heat,” he replied dumbly, shaking his head as a wave of dizziness overcame him.
“You said you weren’t due for at least a week.” Oberon had inducers in his pocket for that very reason.
“Must be too many alphas.” Fenrir gazed down at the crowd. “I haven’t been…They keep us separate at the estate.”
Thatcouldbe it, but so soon after his talk with Levi, O was less open to buying it. Had Fenrir taken a pill himself? Or had someone slipped him something?
Some of these drinks already had inducers mixed in. If no one had warned him while he was over here blindly selecting glasses from passing trays…
Damn it. That was why he’d wanted Koah to stay with him.
“You’re leaking pheromones. If we don’t get you out of here, I’ll really have to make good on my passing comment about murdering my friends.” He might too. Fenrir’s sweet scent was getting to him, his cock already swelling, the need to flip Fenrir and bend him over…take him, even with all of these people present…Fuck. “Claudio.”
Oberon’s secretary appeared as though from thin air, but missed how Fenrir seemed to stiffen in Oberon’s hold.
But O didn’t.
Why the odd reaction? Claudio, while alpha, was weak. His pheromones were barely perceptible on a good day, and today was not one of those days. There was no reason for Fenrir to react to him at all.
“Bring the car around,” Oberon ordered, setting everything else aside. It didn’t matter that this omega was keeping secrets from him, all that mattered was sequestering off to somewhere safe and secure where O could have him all to himself.
“Where are we going?” Fenrir shook his head vehemently when O started moving toward the stairs. “Let’s stay. Pick a room. They must have at least one vacancy. I won’t last.”
As he dragged the omega down the winding steps, nearby alphas and omegas tipped their noses up, sniffing. A few turned their attention to Fenrir, only dropping their gazes when Oberon lashed back with aggressive pheromones that had them all swaying on their feet.
“We just need to get you out of here, precious,” Oberon said. “Hang on for me.”
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