Slade had morals, even if they didn’t align with society.

The last thing he expects is to find an omega in his safehouse, wounded and barely holding onto life. He should’ve turned them away— taken them to a hospital or dumped them outside a clinic —but his instincts override his brain.

Before he knew it, he was comforting the omega, releasing his pheromones to soothe their panicked mind as he grabbed a first aid kit. It only takes a few minutes to get them patched up and on some painkillers, to which he lays them in his bed.

His brain was going haywire— wanting to claim the omega, keep them safe and hidden —and he hated it. Slade had never felt this way about anyone, and he’d been with plenty of women in his lifetime.

Not to mention, he was getting old, and the idea of taking a mate this late in the stage was tedious. Yet, he watches over the omega, making sure they were comforted in their sleep despite his reservations.

He’d worry about the consequences in the morning.