“I didn’t say—”
“I don’t like it.”
Fenrir sighed and finally tore his attention off Baal. “King, don’t be childish. I’m obviously not interested in his omega.”
“Obviously,” Baal drawled, but his spine had stiffened and he was looking at Fenrir in an entirely new light.
O didn’t like that either.
“You’re finally here.” Koah appeared beneath the archway that led into the sitting room, expression stiff. “Hurry the hell up. We’ve been waiting for the two of you for over a week now.”
“Sorry we can’t control the weather,” Oberon stated, only for Baal to snort.
“One of you can.” Baal tipped is head at Fenrir. “How does it work?”
“Energy,” Fenrir replied. “You know that random rage you’d get when you first presented as an alpha and your body was adjusting? How it made your chest feel tight and like you were about to vibrate out of your own skin? It feels a lot like that when I tap into the energy inside of me.”
He’d never said that to Oberon.
“Interesting parallel.” Baal nodded in understanding. “How different does being an omega feel from being an alpha?”
“No more talking.” O moved his arm behind Fenrir and slid his hand into his left pocket, cupping his ass possessively in the process.
“You had him alone for weeks,” the underboss reminded. “He’s tailored to you by now.”
At his side, Fenrir stiffened.
“I’m not clothing.” The omega’s irritation instantly had Oberon unabashedly beaming.
“My apologies.” Baal ended the conversation there and finally wandered after Koah, but O stopped Fenrir before he could do the same.
“Stop flirting with everyone,” he ordered.
The omega’s brow winged up. “They’reyourfriends. I’m being nice.”
“Yeah, well, stop it.”
“They’re also White Frost and I just came from the Wardrobe.”
Right.
Fenrir’s concerns were logical, but Oberon wasn’t feeling very logical at the moment.
“Jealousy is a relatively new concept for me,” he admitted. “How do I explain it? You know that random rage you got when you met Steve—”
The omega slapped a hand over his mouth. “I get it, alpha.”
O kissed his palm and Fenrir scowled and pulled away. “What? Too cutesy for you?”
“And you call yourself a mafia member?” He shook his head and made his way for the sitting room.
Oberon allowed him to go since he was certain his friends were sick of waiting, grinning ear to ear when he entered after Fenrir to find Baal and Koah both glaring.
The underboss was seated on the white leather armchair, ankles crossed, while Koah stood by the window, pacing. No one else was present, which meant they were keeping this meeting hush-hush.
“Let’s dive right in,” he suggested once Fenrir had taken a seat on the couch. He settled next to him, arm draped over the back behind him. O turned to keep the room in view, giving his back to the entrance. Not something he would usually do, but he wanted to keep an eye on everyone present to ensure Fenrir was comfortable.
Oberon trusted his friends. If he didn’t, he never would have brought his omega here. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t sometimes surprise him. Perhaps Baal would better understandwhere he was coming from, since he was mated as well, but Koah…The General was a wild card when it came to matters of the heart.