[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

Lucas didn’t answer right away. His hand still trembled in Trevor’s, but his eyes were steady now. Not because the pain had passed, but because it had a name.

"He didn’t do anything yet." He said quietly he wanted revenge, but as far as this life was going, that man never met him until now.

Dax hummed, swirling the water in his glass like it might turn into something stronger if he stared long enough. "A beta now," he repeated, almost to himself. "So either suppressed or altered. Could be a fluke. Could be engineered. Either way, he shouldn’t have triggered you like that unless there’s more underneath."

Lucas exhaled slowly. "There’s always more underneath."

Trevor’s hand was still wrapped around his, grounding him with quiet force. "You’re right," he said. "He hasn’t done anything yet. So we don’t act yet."

Dax looked vaguely disappointed.

Trevor ignored him and leaned forward slightly. "But we watch. Everything. His steps, his contacts, his assignments. If he so much as breathes wrong, I’ll take his lungs."

Lucas’s mouth twitched, a flicker of the sharp humor buried beneath the hurt. "You’re getting sentimental."

"No," Trevor said, brushing his thumb over the back of Lucas’s hand. "I’m being strategic. If he’s connected to Agatha, he’s our best lead. You’re the reason they’ll fall. But only if we’re smart about it."

Dax, lounging again with the air of someone planning a massacre during tea, added mildly, "And if we find proof of alteration or awakening ties, I get to stage the execution. For morale purposes."

Lucas didn’t smile. But he didn’t shake either. His voice, when it came, was low and clear.

"Fine. We watch him. We use him. And if he dares—if he dares—to repeat even a fraction of what he did before...