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“A what?”
“Don’t act dumb Levi. You and I both know you heard me,” Erwin looked at the man opposite him, whose gaze dripped with lethal intent.
“Why am I only hearing of this now?”
“You’ve been away on a mission.”
“I’ve been away for a week,” Levi grit his teeth, hands clawed into the expensive leather arm chair he was currently sitting in.
“It was a rush decision due to a favour I owed Pixis. I’ve been waiting several years for him to bring up this favour I owe him and now he has.”
“But they’re a bunch of rookies,” he spat.
“And some are the best in the business,” Erwin tapped a pencil on the wood of his desk, gauging Levi’s reaction. Yes, some of the employees were the best in the business, but none could surpass the man that sat in front of him now.
“I refuse to cooperate with any of those brats,” standing Levi leant over Erwin’s desk, the frustration and anger clear in his sharp eyes.
“Levi, it’s bound to happen at some point. You never know, you may learn a thing or two.”
“Fuck you, Eyebrows,” Levi turned, slamming the door as he left.
Sighing, Erwin ran a hand over his face. He had known Levi would have been annoyed, but the fact that this had happened all in the space of a week, whilst he had been away had only exacerbated the current situation.
There was a knock at the door, followed by a head of brown hair peeking around the corner.
“So, how did he take the news?”
“Terrible, as we expected.”
Moving further into the room the woman leant against the chair previously vacated by Levi, inspecting her nails. “He’ll get over it.”
“I hope so Hange. This merger with Pixis is actually better for us than for him.”
“I’m just happy to have some fresh blood around this place… It’s so boring here when Levi leaves on missions.”
Erwin chuckled and looked out the window in his office. It had been a week since Pixis had called in the favour, asking for Recon and Dot to merge into one single unit. This meant that Erwin would now receive all of Dot’s clientele plus more, not to mention his staff would shoot from about 50 to 150.
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Levi got a partner?” Hange cackled, pushing her glasses further up her nose.
“God help us,” Erwin stood, pulling at his cufflinks, “I’ll be back at 5. Make sure Levi receives his next mission.”
Levi’s boots slapped the pavement with a purpose. Wrapping his jacket tighter with each step, he made his way down the cold damp street, the night air biting at his exposed skin. The street was dimly lit, the night would have been pitch black had it not been for the lone street lamp on the side of the road.
Running a gloved hand through his hair, Levi contemplated the likelihood of getting home before the 3 am.
A plume of white escaped his cold lips, he did not like his chances.
From a distance, Levi could already hear the jeering cries and laughter of a large group headed his way. He could see now, several of the individuals stumbling their way around the corner, their friends doing nothing but laugh at their obviously inebriated state.
The raucous laughter was grating to his ears, much preferring the simple quiet night to the large group that was making their way towards him.
Levi could already tell that the group was mostly comprised of Beta’s, the repugnant smell like a burnt orange on the back of his tongue. He had perfected his reaction years ago as a young man when he realised that the majority of the world was comprised of this god awful stench. He’d even been to the doctor on several occasions in the hope to have someone help him with his overly sensitive sense of smell. They could do nothing apparently and so Levi had mastered his expressions when he had to interact with a Beta.
As the group wobbled past Levi, he also picked up the slight hint of Alpha in the air. The smell more manageable than others, however, not a smell he would willingly partake in. Alphas, in general, had a heavy musky smell, illustrating their obvious superiority… or so most thought. If Levi disliked Betas, he hated Alphas more, purely on their personality most of the time.
He could already sense the flaring scent of said Alphas in the group, realising that another was in proximity.
Territorial bastards, thought Levi as he eyed the group who were wearing way too little to be comfortable in this frigid night air.
“Hey, tall, dark and handsome!” one of the drunken individuals slurred, “want a blowy?”
Not phased by the inappropriate need for attention, Levi continued at a considerable pace past the crowd, the stench of alcohol mixing with the already nausea-inducing stench of dynamics.
“I wouldn’t say tall,” sniggered a Beta, shoving another, erupting into a fit of horrifically loud giggling.
It was relatively easy to ignore the snide comment, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the other smell that was rising from the tightknit group. He’d never smelt anything quite like it before, the smell almost pleasant compared to the Betas.
He was surprised as his mouth filled with saliva, almost like he was smelling his favourite meal and for the fist time in his life, he felt something stir inside him. The faintest grumble of need… vicious need. He’d heard Alphas discuss their ‘Beast’ before, but he had always assumed they were being cocky pricks. But it wasn’t until this moment that he realised that this ‘beast’ was not fictitious. He could feel his beast stir for the first time in his life, lazily opening its eyes to the sweet scent that was wafting over to him, enveloping him in a safety.
That’s when he saw them… the most vividly green eyes he had ever seen in his life. It was in that moment that he realised he had been living his whole life in monochrome. Everything he could remember was dull and lacked meaning until he had locked eyes with the poignant colour. The colour that seemed to ink every moment: past, present and future... He wouldn't be complete until he could stare into those eyes every day for the rest of his cursed life.
Levi almost choked as he stumbled forward, heart racing, beast purring. He’d gone his whole life without knowing a calming scent until this very moment, the smell of honey and jasmine assaulting his senses.
The owner of said green eyes looked at Levi, a coy smile playing across plump lips.
Levi absorbed the owner of the eyes, drinking him in like a man that had been lost in the desert. The boy had dishevelled chestnut hair that danced in the wind, the tip of his nose red due to the cold, his skin a golden hue… the complete opposite to Levi in every way.
Levi was night and this boy across the street… he was light. He was so devastatingly beautiful it took all of Levi’s strength to continue down the street. He couldn’t be distracted from his mission, he had work to do…
Meeting his very first Omega was not going to interrupt what he lived for.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air, Levi licked his lips somewhat intoxicated by such a primal scent.
The body of a large man swayed unsteadily in front of him, a hole the size of a coin, now the main feature of his heavily tattooed face. Holstering his gun and fixing the sleeve on his jacket, he watched as the man fell forward onto his knees the sound of bone hitting wood audible throughout the silent apartment.
Walking past the man on his knees, he gave him a tap, sending the already unstable corpse forward, making the floor shudder under the impact.
Leaving the scene of the crime was simple enough, only having to kill one bodyguard on his way out the front door. For Levi, this was a simple mission, a mission he could have done with his eyes closed. Pulling out his phone, he punched in Erwin’s number and waited for the man to answer the phone.
“Levi,” came the deep resonating voice on the other end of the line.
“It’s done, Eyebrows.”
“Good. Was there anyone else at the scene?”
“There was one bodyguard, but I took care of it.”
“Before you turn in, I need you to visit Club Historia. We have intel that’s just come in saying that Logos’ right-hand man is there. You need to kill the target in a discreet manner. I’ll send you the details.”
Sighing, Levi ended the call. Of course, he would have more work.
Before Levi knew it, he was walking toward the front entrance of Club Historia. He had read through the file that had been sent to him and it, again, seemed straight forward. Go in, follow the guy, get him alone somehow and then take him out. He’d thought more about his dinner the night before.
Levi loosened his tie and unbuttoned several buttons on his jacket to appear ‘relaxed' to the oncoming crowd. There was nothing worse than sticking out like a sore thumb in this profession.
Making eye contact with the man at the door he nodded, acknowledging the man blocking the doorway. The bouncer moved to the side, letting Levi slip past without a hassle. Most of the bouncers knew Levi, they were his ears in most cases and were paid handsomely for their cooperation.
Stepping into the club he could feel the beat of the bass reverberated through his bones, his hearing instantly at a loss in this situation. The withering bodies rolled and pulsated against each other in a mimic of some sexually driven dance of strangers.
Pushing through the throng of people rubbing against each other, Levi cringed, moving toward the bar. He needed a better vantage point and the bodies pressed tightly together were not going to help his situation in the slightest.
Grabbing a space near the bar Levi ordered a drink and surveyed the area, taking in the throbbing lights, the heat of the bodies and the smell of sweat in the air. He needed to find his target soon, he didn’t want to be in here longer than was truly necessary.
Eyes searching he looked out onto the sea of bodies undulating in sync like waves in an ocean. He paused, gazing upon the face of his next target. He was a large man with thick corded arms that were wrapped around a smaller figure. His face was clearly visible from this angle and would be decidedly an easy hit, however, the young man on his lap would be an issue.
Grabbing his drink from the bar he brought the glass to his lips, taking a small sip of the warming liquid.
By the looks of it, there weren’t many people with him, most too occupied in their own business or out dancing and having a good time. It was now or never.
Placing the glass back on the table top, Levi watched as the figure on top of the man turned around, snuggling closer to the hulking male, rubbing against him in an almost feline manner.
Levi narrowed his eyes as he recognised the flash of green.
“Shit,” Levi paused, watching with some annoyance as the young man from earlier rubbed his rear into his targets lap. Meaty hands dragged themselves up the tan lean thighs, pausing at the edge of tight patent leather booty shorts. The young man seemed to melt at the touch, leaning his head back on the man’s shoulder he pulled the man's earlobe between sharp pearly whites.
Levi could see the man practically moan at the sensory overload the boy was giving him.
Levi watched as the brunette turned in his lap and whispered something to the man, eyes narrowing when a wolfish grin tore its way across the man’s face.
Grabbing handfuls of the boy's arse, the man lifted the two from the couch, making his way across the room.
Patiently watching, Levi noticed them moving to the exit at the back of the building.
Rolling his eyes, Levi followed, knowing exactly what the two were about to do. It irked him to some extent for some unknown reason. He’d only walked past the boy once, hadn’t even spoken to him… but all he could think about was that sweet aroma of omega.
Shaking his head, he watched as the two disappeared outside, quickly following them. Levi had to keep his thoughts focused as he pushed through the crowds. He couldn’t let his mind wonder, especially over some brat with a nice scent. He had a job to do and nothing had ever stopped him before, let alone an omega.
Pushing through the large red door embossed with the word ‘EXIT’, Levi stealthily made his way out into the dim alleyway that ran along the back of the complex. He could he the heavy breathing of the two to his right, unseen due the to the dumpster in the way. Cautiously looking at his surroundings, he gathered it was only the two of them out here and no one else.
Reaching for his pistol, he felt the familiar chill of metal against his already cool fingertips. The gun was practically an extension of his arm and using it was similar to breathing for the raven.
His footfalls were silent as he made his way around the bin, sticking to the shadows.
As the two came into view, Levi felt a pang of regret at what he had to do. He could see that the young man's shirt had been completely removed already and he was pressed harshly against the wall by his target. Large rough hands pawing at the brunettes arse.
Levi cocked his gun. There would be no witnesses left.
Tan fingers ran their way through thick hair, pulling sharply, making the large man moan.“Ya like it rough?” he sneered.
Levi’s finger caressed the trigger, poised to kill.
“You have no idea,” whispered the brunette, leaning forward.
Levi froze… and it wasn’t because the voice of the male was like honey to his ears, but those brilliant green orbs were watching Levi with predatory focus.
Levi was stunned and instantly enthralled in the young man as he watched those tan hands grip either side of the targets face and jerk his head roughly to the right. A loud crack was audible in the almost silent alleyway, the only sound coming from the clubs deep bass.
Levi bit his lip, those green eyes had never left his as the brunette ended the targets life… and he’d never been harder than he was in that moment.
The body crumpled to the concrete, head twisted at an odd angle.
Drawing his gun, Levi stepped forward into the light. He couldn’t deny what the kid had done and that made him dangerous, incredibly hot, but extremely dangerous. The man had obviously been trained.
Levis eyes never left the brunettes, who wiped his mouth with a solitary finger and winked. “Sorry shortie, that one was mine.”
“Who are you?” the threat in his voice was clear, his Alpha scent unconsciously filling the laneway.
“I knew you were an Alpha when I saw you, but…” the brunette took a deep breath, “… You are mouth watering.”
The twinkle in his eye did not go unnoticed by Levi. Great, so they both seemed to like each others scent.
“I said, who are you?”
“No one you need to worry about. If anything, I helped you, though the payment for this one is mine,” grinned the Omega, stepping forward and pressed his chest to the barrel of Levi's gun.
“Who do you work for then?”
“Can’t say. What about you?”
“Can’t say.”
The two looked each other in the eye in understanding.
“But you’re an omega,” Levi swivelled as the brunette moved to pick up his discarded shirt from the alleyway floor.
“You’re not just all looks, are you?” the Omega commented sarcastically.
Pocketing his gun, but keeping his distance, Levi took in the man’s lethal grace. He moved like a killer.
“I’ve never seen an Omega in this profession before…” Levi had been in this profession for a very long time and knew that most omegas didn’t have the stomach for the job. Most were kept purely for breeding purposes due to their rarity.
“Tragic back stories are the makings of all good assassins,” laughed the omega as he disappeared down the alley and into the night.
“Fuck,” Levi spat, grabbing his cell from his pocket.
“Update?” came the deep rumbling tone of his boss.
“Someone beat me to the punch,” moving out into the street, Levi headed to his car, which was parked several blocks away.
“Someone beat you to the punch?”
“Yeah, watched me the whole time too.”
There was silence on the other end of the line, “One of us then?”
“Yes, one of us, but someone I haven’t seen before.”
“Any traits that could help us with identifying the man?”
“Yeah, he’s a fucking omega,” Levi cursed.
All Levi could hear was the raucous laughter that filtered through the phone before the line went dead.
“What the fuck?”