Page 58 of His Snowbound Omega

“To what end?”

“I don’t know.” He wasn’t the only one who’d been restless, was all he was saying, but Leviathan wasn’t the type of person who took advice, not even from his oldest friend. So Baal opted to try lightening the mood. “What the hell would either of us do with a baby anyway?”

“Hell if I know.”

“We’ve collected all of the bodies,” one of their soldiers stepped forward and announced before bowing.

Levi motioned at Baal. “Let’s get this over with so you can return to your omega.”

Best thing he’d heard all week.

* * *

The rut hit him swiftly and unexpectedly.

Fortunately, he’d already landed and was in the city.

Unfortunately, he’d been a half hour away from Thorn’s place, and the frosty omega still wasn’t responding to his calls.

Baal sped most of the way, and by the time he pulled into the driveway and slammed on the brakes, his cock had completely ruined his pants and was straining so hard, the seams were ripping.

He stumbled and almost face planted on the ground, a strong arm catching him and helping to steady him back on his feet. The smell of another alpha had him growling, baring teeth, and swinging before he could help himself.

His fist connected with Espen’s jaw, but the other man merely stepped back a safe distance and dipped his head respectfully. “Underboss.”

“Where is he?” Baal swayed on his feet.

“Inside, sir.”

“Cancel my schedule indefinitely. Post guards on the street, but warn them not to get close. If I smell anyone near the house while I’m with my omega, I’ll tear their heart out.”

“Your rut came earlier.”

“Yeah.” He stripped out of his coat haphazardly, dropping it into the snow as he made his way to the front door.

Espen was wise enough not to try helping him again. He must not have processed Baal was in rut at first, or he would have known better in the beginning as well. He didn’t call out to him either, remaining by the car until Baal had made it to the house. Then he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, off to follow the orders he’d been given.

Baal struggled with the locking mechanism, frustration growing as arousal started to clog his mind. His cock throbbed, his balls burned, and he could already smell the tantalizing scent of his omega seeping through the cracks between the doorframe.

He had his blaster out in a flash, a bullet shot through the wood just above the knob in less time than it took to blink. There was a sound of alarm from within the house, but he was already pushing his way inside, pausing just within the threshold when his senses were fully assaulted by the smell of omega.

And fear.

He frowned and lifted the gun, stepping further into the home and spinning toward the living room, seeking out whatever threat had scared Thorn.

“Omega.” He found him standing by the couch, shaking, a rush of sourness tainting his smell as Baal approached.

“Baal?” Thorn stared at the weapon. “What are you doing?”

“Rut,” he managed, dropping the gun so his hands were free to tear off his clothing.

“Wait.” Thorn started to retreat, freezing in place when Baal growled at him warningly.

“Omega.” He was too far gone to carry on much of a conversation. If he didn’t bury himself in that warm heat in the next sixty seconds, his junk might implode. “Mine.”

With a gasp, Thorn spun on his heels and took off, inadvertently activating Baal’s alpha instincts to hunt.

He caught up with him at the front door, hooking an arm around the omega’s middle and hauling him back inside. Baal had enough sense to slam the door closed, shoving the chain lock in place since he’d completely destroyed the other one, and then dragged his struggling omega down the hall toward the bedroom.