Ridiculous.
Did all omegas turn into clingy morons with the first alpha they shared a heat with? Michelle had failed to warn him about that as well.
In hindsight, there was a lot she hadn’t explained.
Maybe she’d never meant for him to make it out of this alive after all.
Fear of death had him shifting onto his ass, but he couldn’t muster the strength to stand. Instead, he lashed out with his ability, dropping the temperature within the room low enough the alpha shivered.
Fen wouldn’t be able to keep it up.
He needed to escape.
“Move away from the door,” he demanded, determined to crawl to it if he had to.
Oberon took a moment to weigh his options and then surprisingly stepped aside. With a flourish, he waved an arm toward the exit, where frigid air from the winter day blew in to mingle with the cold inside.
With the help of the couch arm, Fenrir somehow managed to make it to his feet, keeping close to the wall ashe stumbled toward the doorway. His gaze remained locked on Oberon, suspicion only growing when it didn’t appear as though the alpha was going to attempt to stop him a second time.
The White Frost must never have encountered a Shout before. That made sense, considering they were a rare breed, typically found in another galaxy far from this one. Oberon was merely playing it safe, avoiding Fenrir’s touch so as not to be turned into an alpha popsicle.
“Fenrir,” his voice stopped him just as he made it out onto the porch, “shouldn’t you put some clothes on first? Or is there no need?”
“I won’t freeze.” Thanks to his ability, hypothermia wasn’t a thing he needed to fret over. Of course, knowing that, the Wardrobe had been able to manipulate their training tactics to cater to his particular genetic makeup.
Suddenly, flashbacks assaulted him, memories of being locked up with the furnace set to blazing, his skin itchy and his mind muddled. Much like it was now.
“I can’t…think straight.” He didn’t know why he said it out loud, but he felt his grip on his abilities waver, didn’t have to look to see that the ice that had been appearing with each of his steps was melting away. A cold gust blasted against his bare skin and he shuddered, not from the chill, but because it felt good against his heated flesh.
“I have…to….” Fenrir’s foot slid against the ground, but he didn’t manage more than an inch or so before a pain in his thigh had him howling and dropping to his knees.
A dart protruded from the side of his right leg, emptying the purple contents of the attached vial into his system. By the time he pried it out, there was less than a drop left, his muscles already growing weaker by the second.
His body collapsed, sending a swirl of light snow into the air around him. Through the flakes, his gaze met Oberon’s as the alpha stepped from the house and walked to him.
“Don’t try to speak,” the alpha instructed. “I gave you a strong paralytic. Can’t have you trying to freeze my balls off, now can I? But while I have you all ears, so to speak, let me remind you that you’re going to need my bits and bobs in full working order just as much as I will.”
Fenrir wanted to shake his head, but the alpha was correct about the potency of whatever he’d just injected him with. He was helpless as the alpha bent down and scooped him up, ambling back into the house somewhat awkwardly due to Fen’s overall size.
Back in the living room, he was momentarily placed on the couch, just long enough for the alpha to disappear from view and return with a metal chair and a few other items.
“Just woke up and already naughty.” Oberon slid his hands beneath Fenrir’s arms and lifted him, transferring him onto the metal chair. “Koah got this for me. Said I needed something that didn’t look like a rich prick owned it. Called me a pathetic mafia member. Who would have thought I’d actually find use for it?”
Did he think putting Fen on a metal chair would prevent him from freezing the place?
“Do you even realize you’re running a high fever?” Oberon tsked him as he pulled Fenrir’s arms through the chair's backing and chained them together with thick silver cuffs. “Sit here and cool off while we wait for you to regain control of your tongue. Then you and I are going to have a long, illuminating chat.”
The anger from before had dissipated, but the alpha was still irritated. He moved away once he was confident Fenrir was fully secured, resting back against the wall. The multi-slate itwas becoming obvious the guy hated, came out of his pocket, and he didn’t bother using the earbud attachment.
The device only rang a couple of times before whoever he’d called picked up.
“Purse, I’m in the middle of something,” a female stated in a matter-of-fact tone, the sound of clicking keys accompanying her.
“I only have a few quick questions,” Oberon replied. “Surely you can spare a little bit of time, Fiora.”
Fenrir’s stomach dropped, a fresh wave of dread settling over him. Why was the alpha calling the Butcher of the White Frost?
He couldn’t mean to hand Fen over for experimentation…could he?