“Did I say anything?” His pride wouldn’t allow him to cower, but the uncertainty had been clear in his gaze when he’d looked up at the mansion.
Claudio had arrived in less than an hour to pick them up from the pub, and they’d bid Steve farewell rather quickly, Fen too eager to get Oberon into dry clothes and checked by a doctor.
So long as the doctor wasn’t dressed in a lab coat.
Or the Butcher.
Per Steve’s instructions, Claudio had stopped on his way and picked up a different medic the White Frost sometimes used. Since it was only a sprained ankle—which wasn’t nearly as bad as Oberon had made it seem—it was fine having someone less talented than Fiora check over him.
If Fenrir had noticed, he hadn’t reacted at all when the young male doctor had tested his foot in the back seat.
A part of O wondered if he’d actually gotten away with the same trick twice, or if he’d managed to sneak it by his omega simply because Fenrir had been so distracted about confessing.
Less than an hour after speaking with Levi at the cottage, Oberon had received a text of the ice cube emoji. Their symbol for compromised. He’d switched to his laptop in his study and spoken with the Dominus there and had easily pieced together what must have transpired.
He’d been livid when he’d realized that had been Michelle’s end goal all along. To use the omega to do her dirty work, no matter how dangerous the task. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said Fenrir was lucky. Levi had even mentioned putting a bullet in his skull before shutting up when Oberon growled.
The doctor had wrapped his ankle while they’d driven in and out of the city, and now they were in front of Levi’s mansion, a gated monstrosity nestled within the Glacial Forest. It was heavily guarded, though only around the perimeter and within the trees themselves.
The Leviathan didn’t trust anyone enough to allow them to be too close and dismissed his staff promptly at six every night. He’d always appreciated his solitude, so before, his need for space had stemmed from that, but ever since his kidnapping, he’d been…off.
Which was why Oberon was a bit concerned when they entered the foyer to find the underboss waiting to greet them instead.
“Where’s Levi?” O glanced around, already aware that he wouldn’t be seeing their Dominus today.
“Something came up,” Baal stated cryptically. Though there was a good chance he didn’t know what Levi was doingeither. As the underboss of the White Frost, he was second in charge, but that didn’t mean he was privy to every little detail about Levi.
The sound of Claudio driving away to bring the doctor home had Fenrir turning his head, just as the doors shut.
“Relax,” Oberon reassured. “You’re safe here.”
“What’s wrong with your omega?” Baal gave Fenrir a lengthy once-over. “He seems jumpy.”
“The last time I was brought to a place like this,” Fenrir surprised them both by responding in a clipped tone, “I wasn’t allowed to leave.”
“That’s between you and your alpha,” Baal said. “I’m not getting in the middle.”
Fenrir grew quiet again, tipping his head as he stared back at the underboss.
Baal Fae was of a similar stature to O, but his hair was dark black, and his eyes were an icy blue.
He didn’t like how long his omega stared into them.
“Enough,” Oberon warned.
“He smells nice,” Fenrir said.
“Excuse you?” O would kill him. Didn’t matter that they were friends. Baal would have to die. He’d—
“Nothim,” Fenrir corrected, sparing them all a bloody and unnecessary brawl in the process. “He is entirely unappealing. But there’s something else…an omega?”
“You can smell my omega?” Baal asked.
At the same time, Oberon snapped, “Youlikethe smell of his omega?”
Other people shouldn’t smell alluring to him after receiving the bite.
“You can’t be attracted to him,” Oberon growled.