Before Fred could fully register what was happening, one omega after another began to slump where they stood.
Glasses slipped from fingers. Bodies collapsed against tables, couches, and the polished floor. Within seconds, the club was filled with unconscious omegas and with them came a violent explosion of scent. Different pheromones flooded the air at once, thick and suffocating, layering over each other until it became hard to breathe.
Fred's eyes widened in shock with his hand pressed against his nose.
"What did you do?" he demanded, shooting to his feet. His voice cut through the music "What the hell did you do to them?"
He turned sharply toward Damien, rage flashing in his eyes.
"Did you drug all of them?" Fred continued, disbelief and fury twisting his features. "Just because you want to fish out one omega?!"
"Oh yeah. I did."
