"Of course they're fine, sir so you should stop worrying about them." Damien finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. His expression was stiff, faint disdain etched across his face as though the topic itself irritated him.
"The omegas at the club are fine," he continued calmly. "I'm not a monster who kills, so why wouldn't they be?"
Of course you're a monster, Fred thought inwardly, letting out a silent scoff. Every single thing about you proves it, you motherfucker.
Still… despite the disgust in his gut, the heavy knot in Fred's chest loosened slightly. At least they were alive. That's all that matters.
"Fine," Damien went on, his tone cold but controlled. "Their drinks were drugged, yes. Their pheromones affected all my Alpha associates, and that was expected andof course they ended up having sex with the omegas. Hard, raw sex."
Fred stiffened.
