“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this interested in anything, sir.” Clearly, his secretary wasn’t buying that he’d suddenly felt the need to test the omega out. He’d been with Oberon long enough to have guessed it’d merely been a way to piss the mistress off some more.
“And?”
“Nothing.”
“Claudio.”
“Should I prepare anything special?”
Oberon considered his options. “Is White Heat still happening?”
Levi was many things. But creative wasn’t one of them. The parties he threw for the mafia all had some version of their name in it. The White Heat was his version of a Heated Hearts celebration.
“Yes, sir. I believe that was the purpose of the Leviathan’s call earlier.”
“Book me a room.”
“Of course.”
Every year, Levi held the massive party at Evergreen, a multipurpose establishment he owned. The rooms there were lavish and cost a small fortune, but were worth every penny. The type of place Oberon doubted, even with Michelle’s favor, Fenrir had ever had the fortune of experiencing.
Ideally, he’d regale the alpha-turned-omega, get him to let his guard down, and lure some answers about his relationship with his mistress out of him. There were plenty of ways he could entice Fenrir.
Oberon King had grown up with everything.
What would it be like to fuck a person who’d been forced to live with nothing?
Chapter 3:
Fenrir found himself blindfolded with his wrists shackled together as he waited for the alpha who’d won his heat. The annoying beta in charge of watching them had practically whisked him off the stage in front of the entire audience, forcing the announcer to apologize for the sudden disruption.
When he’d questioned the why of it, he’d been told to shut up.
By a fucking beta bitch.
He didn’t have anything against betas, but this one was every bit as owned by the Wardrobe as he was. He didn’t have a right to—
“What’s gotten you so angry, precious?” a smooth voice interrupted Fenrir’s thoughts, and he tipped his head in its direction. “Yes, I’m talking to you, omega.”
Unable to see who it was, Fenrir licked his lips and composed himself. “It’s nothing.”
He’d been blindfolded before being ordered up the stairs, but he’d visited the building with Michelle enough times to know the layout well enough to have realized he’d been brought to one of the small bedrooms. After being told to stand there, he’d been left alone for a bit.
“Don’t like waiting?” the voice asked.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
Fenrir shook his head, shoulders pulling back slightly when his chin was grasped firmly.
“I suppose I didn’t buy your honesty,” the statement was murmured contemplatively. “What would that cost, I wonder.”
The scent of the alpha crowding him hit him all at once, and he sniffed at the air, unable to stop himself. He’d smelled millions of people, alphas and omegas alike, and no one had ever smelled this…tantalizing before.
Maybe this really wouldn’t be so bad. If his smell was this erotic, surely the rest of this evening would be worth the experience as well.
Worth degrading himself and presenting his ass to another, like a submissive omega would.