“It’s too late to stop the spread of the drugs.” Even if they’d wanted to, they were five or so years behind. “Especially since Altair and Kian control the largest distribution centers on planet.”
“They’re working with relatively weak formulas,” Levi corrected. “Targeted drugs meant to be used on other species to prime them for an alpha or omega. It’s a last-ditch attempt to save us, but it’s hardly the same potent concoction that was used on Fenrir Snow. Michelle claims the Wardrobe handed over all remaining doses and all information when Altair demanded it. Only an idiot would believe she didn’t hide some away.”
The government didn’t want the public to fear being forcibly altered, so had snuffed out any articles or news of the drugs' creation or use. The trials Fenrir had been a part of didn’t exist as far as the people were concerned.
“There’s no shortage of alphas or omegas,” he said. “That’s the only reason Altair and Kian haven’t shown a more intense interest in the goings-on of the Wardrobe.”
The same heat-inducing drugs O had used on Fenrir had come about from those initial trials, and since those were thetypes of things Kian was interested in, that was no doubt what the other Dominus had focused on.
“If we had the power to control a person’s presentation, we’d be the most feared mafia on either planet.” It wasn’t the first time Levi had made his plans known to O. “Kian is too narrow-minded to have realized as much himself, but I won’t allow this opportunity to slip through my grasp.”
Oberon didn’t ask if there was anyone Levi intended to use the drug on, if it did still exist in some capacity within the secretive walls of the Wardrobe.
He didn’t really care one way or the other.
It wasn’t his place to question the Dominus. He was merely along for the ride, providing any extra funding needed to keep things running smoothly.
Though, he did occasionally step out of his box and get his hands bloody.
“I haven’t forgotten the task you’ve given,” Oberon reassured. “Or how important this is to the White Frost’s continued success. If my omega knows something, I’ll get it out of him. You just need to keep Michelle distracted for a little longer, that’s all.”
“Oh, is that all?” The sound of an engine cutting in the background came through the line, indicating the Dominus had just arrived somewhere. “You have three days, O. If you can’t find anything by then—”
“Giving Fenrir a claiming bite seems to have altered my emotional state,” Oberon warned. “If you plan on finishing that sentence with a threat toward my omega, I must advise against it. I quite enjoy having you as a friend, Leviathan. I would prefer if that didn’t change.”
A dark chuckle answered him. “Noted. You and Baal have both lost sight of things.”
Oberon thought that was the end of the conversation, but then he heard Levi mutter something else.
“May the gods bless me with never becoming an omega’s bitch.”
Chapter 13:
Fenrir was feverish. His tongue felt swollen, his mouth dry, and his whole body ached when he peeled himself off the bed. His mind was frazzled, unable to string events together, so he was left in a state of suspension that had hysterics quickly upon him.
This feeling wasn’t unfamiliar, though there were odd pains, a soreness in his backside he’d never experienced before. When he stood, he teetered and almost fell over, his thighs burning just from holding himself up. It was too hard to focus his vision, so he stumbled through the room, blurry-eyed, grasping at the walls and any solid surface he could get his hands on.
The moment he found a door a sound escaped him, much like relief, that feeling only emboldened when he tried the knob and it opened.
They always locked him in after a round of experimentation.
The influx must have been bad this time, because he could still feel it pressing against the recesses of his consciousness, trying to worm its way back in. The tight feeling in his chest, the way his skin prickled with electric shocks that had no outlet, were both familiar horrors of a past he’d hoped would never repeat.
What had they done to him?
Or, better yet, what had he done to deserve it this time?
He must have pissed Michelle off for her to leave him lingering in this between state. It wasn’t safe for anyone, not him, her, or her pack.
He stumbled into a hallway, his brow furrowing as he processed the color palette of the walls: creams and beiges with pale wood fixtures, a sharp juxtaposition from the deep woods and forest wallpaper of the estate.
“Trick,” he tried to call for Michelle’s assistant, a hulking alpha who rarely spoke but was constantly lurking in the shadows, waiting for Fenrir to make a mistake, but the sound was off, catching in his throat.
He needed water.
He needed…
Fenrir paused halfway down the hall, realizing with another start that he was completely naked.