“Are you prejudiced against omegas?” Oberon interrupted.
“No.” Fenrir didn’t mind being one either. But at the time, confused, alone, and hurting, it’d been impossible not to think about those old prejudices, or the family he’d already never been good enough for.
Oberon hummed and rewarded him by exuding a whiff of soothing alpha hormones. “Continue.”
“Everything is…fuzzy after the fifth dose. That’s when the change really happened. They’ve perfected it since, but back then, the process took months. Rewiring someone’s biology like that was painful and slow. I blacked out most of it. The fragments I do have are all awful nightmares. Because I started out alpha, they tossed in omegas at first…”
Bile rose in the back of his throat, and Fenrir abruptly stopped talking.
“Should I fill in the rest for you?” Oberon offered, doing just that before Fen could respond. “Your primal instincts tookover. You fucked them, ended up killing them with your Shout abilities, and kept going.”
“I didn’t fuck corpses.”
“Precious, I’m not judging you. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I didn’t…” He was going to throw up. “Release me.”
“We aren’t finished here.”
“King. I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He wanted him to tell the rest of the story? Fine.
“The time between the change fully took over, they tossed in toys,” he said in a rush. “Dildos, not the knotting kind. I used them, but they obviously didn’t provide much relief. The omegas switched to alphas, all weaker than I was. Test subjects that were on the outs anyway. I…” He swallowed. “I did them too.”
“You mounted them.”
“I was an omega virgin before you,” he insisted. “I didn’t lie. Yours is the only knot I’ve experienced.”
“Only one you ever will.”
Fenrir closed his eyes. “King, please.”
“We’re almost there,” Oberon said, but he did send another, stronger wave of soothing pheromones at him. As though he actually cared about the distress he was causing. “I understand not liking to think about it—”
“You be forced to fuck people to death like an animal and see how you feel,” he snarled.
Oberon planted a hand around his nape, fingers flexing in silent warning.
Fen needed to get out of here. He could feel it now, probably brought on by his tumultuous emotions. His power prickled at his core, and he reached for it.
“Michelle was away for the majority of that final year.” Fenrir would keep the alpha distracted until he could fully grasp his ability, and then he’d—
“That what she told you?” There was a note of something dark in his tone that hadn’t been there before.
“She murdered the head doctor in front of me when she returned and found out what he’d put me through.”
Oberon laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “You’re smarter than that.”
“She stopped him. Saved me.”
“She manipulated you.”
“No.” Yes.
Fenrir’s mind screamed it, and this time he wasn’t quick enough or strong enough to silence it. A sob slipped past his lips before he was able to clench his jaw shut, preventing any other sounds from betraying him, but the alpha heard.