Page 55 of Nanny Omega

His eyes fell on the workstation on his desk, and without another thought, he strode toward it and powered it on. The screen flickered to life, and his fingers flew over the interface, the soft beeps filling the room as he initiated a call. Seconds later, his brother Fury’s face filled the screen, his signature smirk already in place.

“Do you miss me already?” Fury teased, but the humor faded the second he saw Xander’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I need your help,” Xander said, his voice low and taut.

Fury’s expression turned serious in an instant. “What do you need?”

The immediate support settled some of Xander’s fraying nerves—knowing he had someone in his corner made it just a little easier to breathe. Quickly, he laid out everything: the confrontation with Nath, the lawyer’s claims, the threat hanging over their heads. By the time he finished, Fury’s nostrils flared, his eyes dark with rage.

“Are you okay?” Fury asked, his voice gentler than Xander expected.

“I will be,” Xander said, his throat tightening, “once I fix this—and once I have Ersa back in my arms.”

“Then let’s fix it.” Fury’s voice hardened with determination. “I’ll get Thron on this. He’ll dig into their claims, find out if this mental health center story checks out—and I promise you, we’ll find a loophole. There’s always a loophole.”

Xander let out a slow breath, some of the weight on his chest easing. “Thank you, brother.”

“No problem,” Fury said, and the screen went dark.

For a long moment, Xander just stood there, his hands braced against the desk, his head bowed. He pushed all his emotions away and forced his mind to think, to find a way to get out of the mess Nath had brought into his life.

“Master?” Vina said, pulling Xander from the storm of his thoughts. She stood there, cradling Benjn, her eyes filled with concern—for the cub, for him. He couldn’t fall apart now. Not when his family was hanging by a thread.

He forced his voice to stay steady. “Can you put Benjn to sleep?” he asked. “I need to go down and talk to the officers.”

Vina nodded without hesitation. “Of course.” She rocked Benjn gently, the cub’s whimpers already quieting in her arms.

Xander gave them one last lingering look before turning on his heel and heading downstairs. The sharp sound of his footsteps echoed through the hall, matching the pounding in his chest. But when he reached the foyer, his steps faltered. The officers were gone.

“I told them to leave,” Nath’s soft voice floated from the shadows. Xander turned to see him standing near the window, his thin frame backlit by the dim light outside. “This is between you and me, anyway.”

Xander swallowed the bitter words that rose to his tongue. It wasn’t just between them—not anymore. But he kept his temper in check, reminding himself that this nightmare would end soon.

“Come,” he said tightly. “I’ll show you to your room.”

Nath followed, his steps slow and hesitant. When they reached the stairs, he paused, his eyes flicking upward—toward the master bedroom. The room that had once been theirs. But Xander kept walking, ignoring the silent question in Nath’s gaze. He stopped at the door to the guest room—not the one he’d shared with Ersa during their most incredible nights together, but the one next to it.

“Here,” Xander said, pressing his palm to the access panel to open the door. “Get some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

But Nath didn’t step inside. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing Xander’s arm. The touch sent a spike of irritation through him, but he forced himself to remain still.

“Can we talk?” Nath’s voice was soft, almost pleading. He walked slowly to the bed and sat down on the edge, his shoulders slumped. “I… I saw the omega leave.” His eyes lifted, filled with something that looked suspiciously like regret. “Do you love him?”

“That’s none of your business,” Xander said, his voice like ice. He turned toward the door. “If you have nothing else to say, then I’ll leave you to rest.”

He didn’t wait for a response. The moment the door slid shut behind him, his chest heaved with the effort of keeping his rage in check. But it wasn’t just anger eating at him—it was loss. The scent of Ersa still lingered in the air, warm and familiar, and it made his heart ache.

He followed it like a lifeline, moving past his bed to the nursery. Inside, Vina sat on the settee, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion as she watched over Benjn’s sleeping form. She rose to her feet when she saw him enter.

“Please prepare something for Nath to eat,” Xander said quietly. “He looks like he hasn’t eaten in days.”

Vina blinked, clearly stunned. “Why are you being nice to him?” she demanded. “You should be throwing him out of this house!”

Xander was silent for a long time, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a boulder. The reason he was keeping Nath here made his stomach twist—because it wasn’t out of kindness. It was fear. The fear of losing his son. And he would do anything, anything, to keep Benjn safe. Even if it broke him.

The soft chime of his connector broke the quiet, and his heart leaped into his throat when he saw Fury’s name flash across the screen. He answered immediately.

“Hey,” Xander said, his voice tight with hope and dread. “Tell me you have something.”

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