Page 16 of His Snowbound Omega
“The flowers.”
“Yes.” Could this really be about the flowers? If Thorn had known it would play out this way, he would have tossed them into the back of the car instead of leaving them on the kitchencounter. “Just tell me what this is really about. Why are you trying to frame me for something you know I didn’t do?”
“Do I know that?” The alpha hummed. “Everyone here saw you arrive in that car. They saw this bag of stolen money come from it as well. That’s solid evidence, omega.”
“You told me to take the car!” Thorn clenched his hands into tight fists at his sides and struggled to contain his emotions. He couldn’t allow the alpha to provoke him like this. Losing his cool now was dangerous. He knew better. Summoning the patience he was known for, Thorn exhaled slowly and then tried again. “I get it. You’ve made your point.”
“Have I?”
“Yes.”
“And what point might that be?”
“That you can do whatever you want. It’s a terrible frame job and we both know it, but there’s nothing I can do to defend myself. If it’s your word against mine—”
“You’ll lose every time.”
Thorn dug his nails into his palm, letting the sting center him. “What do you want?”
The alpha wanted something. He’d purposefully left Thorn that car, knowing there was a bag of cash in the back. The asshole had even gone the extra mile and removed shoes from the cabin, basically ensuring there were no other options but to take the offered vehicle.
“Do you know what white roses symbolize?” Baal asked cryptically.
The word no was on the tip of his tongue, but then he recalled the card that’d been left with the flowers and opted to take a shot in the dark in the off chance it might please the underboss.
“New Beginnings?” At the time, Thorn had foolishly thought the alpha had been referring to his cleared debt, but now…
“Let’s start over, omega.” Baal snapped his fingers, and one of the other men standing by the window stepped forward.
He extended an arm, holding out a holopad, which Thorn tentatively took.
“What is—” His brow shot up the second he read the first sentence, his entire body going cold.
A breeding contract.
He wanted Thorn to sign a breeding contract?!
“No.” Thorn would have tossed the device to the ground, but held himself back, tearing his gaze off the screen. He could practically feel his cheeks flush when he locked eyes with the alpha once more and saw the same heated intensity from last night written across his devilish face. “I won’t do it.”
Breeding contracts weren’t unheard of, and it wasn’t exactly an insult to be offered one. The opposite, in fact, especially from someone with as high a social standing as Baal Fae. On a planet where corruption and power ruled, it didn’t even matter that Baal was a mafia member. Any other omega might be willing to kill for an opportunity like this one.
But Thorn knew better.
“According to my tests, I’ve got less than a two percent chance of getting pregnant,” he informed the alpha. “I’m a terrible candidate.”
“I decide that,” Baal disagreed. “Do you really think I haven’t looked over your medical history already? I know everything about you, frosty omega, so you can save the theatrics and excuses and skip to the part where you submit.”
“No.” He tried to hand the device to Espen, but the man ignored him. With a frustrated growl, Thorn tossed it onto theempty couch cushion next to Baal, trying not to outwardly wince when the alpha’s eyes narrowed. “I want you to leave.”
“You’re acting like I’ve insulted you. I don’t appreciate that.”
“I don’t appreciate being framed and cornered in my own home,” he snapped back.
“Ah, so you do recall that first part.”
Thorn stared at him, and when he didn’t add anything else, couldn’t help but incredulously say, “You’re not seriously using that to threaten me into signing this insane contract, are you?”
“It appears I am.”