[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 139: The Menace in a Suit

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Menace in a Suit

The conference room at the embassy was too modern for Trevor’s taste—glass walls, steel trim, and polished floors that echoed too much when people shifted in their chairs. But it served its purpose. It kept the right people aware they were being watched.

Trevor sat at the head of the table, his suit perfectly in place, his tablet open in front of him, and one elegant shoe crossed over the other beneath his seat. He wasn’t lounging. He looked like he might be, but his stillness had weight to it. Every man in the room knew the difference.

Dax leaned back in his seat like this was a brunch catch-up, one leg crossed casually over the other, the usual faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t wear his crown, just that air of entitlement that came from being both dangerously competent and completely aware of it.

"You went around my clearance," Dax said, his voice even and emotionless, in his usual kingly tone.

Trevor didn’t look up. "I went around your delay."

A few of Dax’s aides exchanged glances and shifted slightly, as if they wanted to disappear. The tension in the room was high enough to cut with a knife, as no one knew how to deal with two dominant alphas in the same space.

Dax didn’t flinch. He kept his hands resting lightly on the armrests, thumb tapping once, thoughtful.

"You replaced one of my coordinators without notice."

Trevor scrolled once on his screen, then closed the tablet. When he finally met Dax’s eyes, his own were flat, steady. "I told you three weeks ago that man was compromised. I didn’t get a reply. I don’t leave holes open for enemies to crawl through. So yes, I replaced him."

"And you did it quietly."

"That was me being polite." Trevor’s tone didn’t shift, but something in his expression did, just enough to register. "If you weren’t capable, or my friend, this would have been more public."

Dax’s thumb stopped tapping.

The silence that followed made aides start rethinking their life choices and avoid eye contact.

But Dax didn’t rise to it. He just nodded once, slowly. "Fine. You want to play it that way? You have access to the relay. Full authorization will be filed before noon."

Trevor didn’t thank him. He just leaned back slightly in his chair, posture still perfectly in place. "Appreciate the efficiency."

"You’re a menace," Dax muttered, then gestured a quiet signal to the aide at his right. NovelFire

The aide moved quickly, eager to do anything before the two alphas started fighting, and placed a heavy folder in front of Trevor.

"Report came in last night," Dax said. "Intercepted by one of our operatives trailing the Crown’s secondary support team. Luna’s been communicating off-grid."

Trevor said nothing.

Dax nodded at the file. "Page four. That’s the one that matters."

Trevor flipped it open and skimmed. His jaw locked just slightly.

"Christian Velloran," Dax said quietly. "Three days ago. Café two blocks from the outer wall."

Trevor read the transcript once. Then again, slower.

"I’ve already ordered a trace on the channel he used," Dax continued. "Encrypted. Local satellite ping. Nothing directly routed through Sahan systems, which means Christian’s reach is longer than expected or someone’s shielding him."

Trevor’s hand stilled. Then he closed the folder.

"I told Lucas this morning that we’d be returning to Fitzgeralt manor tomorrow," he said, tone flat, like logistics. "Have our little friend quietly displaced."

He tapped the folder once.

"Have Dever tell him it’s because I have a grudge against their team for the Vassinger girl incident. Something petty. Believable. Let him think I’m still fuming about Lucas being nearly shoved into the fountain."

Dax’s brow lifted faintly. "You’re planning to sideline him before you even leave."

"I want him off the schedule and off the map," Trevor said, tapping once against the folder with finality. "Let him stew in the idea that I’m petty. If he’s as desperate as I think he is, he’ll follow us to the North."

Dax gave a slow nod, leaning back in his chair with the kind of quiet that wasn’t indifference. "You’re not sleeping at all, are you?"

Trevor’s eyes flicked to him, tired in a way he didn’t show anyone else. "I want Christian’s head," he said, voice flat. "And his aides. Something tells me he’s in bed with the clergy, and I’m not waiting for confirmation. Not this time."

Dax let out a slow breath, resting his forearms lightly on the chair’s arms. "You’ve always had good instincts for rot."

Trevor didn’t respond right away. His gaze dropped, then lifted again, unfocused for a moment.

"I may have them," he said, his voice quieter now, almost conversational, "but if anything were to happen to Lucas, they’d be useless."

He leaned back in his chair and reached for the pen sitting just off-center on the polished table—one of those personalized things, expensive, tasteful, with his name etched in gold near the clip. He started flipping it slowly between his fingers. The motion was smooth, practiced. Not nervous. Just something to do with his hands while his thoughts moved too fast to speak plainly.

"Lucas is still writing what he remembers," Trevor added, almost like an afterthought. "But..."

He paused. The pen clicked once against the edge of his palm.

"Something tells me his past life was more disturbing than we think."

Dax studied him for a beat. "More than what you already read?"

Trevor nodded once. "He doesn’t write everything. Some days, I can see it in his eyes. The distance. Like he’s remembering something and trying to rewrite it at the same time."

He looked down at the pen. Flipped it. Clicked it once. Set it down.

"And it’s never the big things that shake him," Trevor added. "Not the blood, not the power games. It’s small things. A scent. A sound. Someone touching his wrist too quickly. It passes, but... not really."

Dax didn’t interrupt. NovelFire

Trevor exhaled through his nose. "He’s trying to piece himself together. And now this—Jason, Christian... It’s too soon. He hasn’t even begun to feel safe."

"You can’t stop all of it," Dax said, not unkindly.

"I can stop them."

Trevor’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was hard. Clean. "And I will. With a bullet through their heads."