Hammer & Gavel (The Omegaverse Case Files #1)

Op Sceptre - Restricted. That’s what the sign on the door read, as Oliver shuffled into the briefing room. An Op name meant resources, people, and time to build a case that would stick. Something about that sent a little thrum of excitement through Oliver’s chest. He’d worked decent sized cases before, but never one with an Op name.

Pulling up two chairs at the back of the room, he and Nancy scanned the space to see who’d been invited to the party. The Met officers immediately crowded around the long conference table in the centre, leaving the West Newton officers hanging awkwardly around the periphery of the room. It was their fucking police station!

“Pst, Ollie, look,” Nancy said, nudging his shoulder. “Frank and Annie from cyber crime are here. Oh, oh and look, there’s Harry from the fraud squad. Hi guys!” She said, waving awkwardly at the three West Newton officers huddled together in the corner.

Harry, a mousy-haired brown-eyed beta, gave Oliver a distinctly pointed look. Two years prior, they had an extremely short fling that ended in Harry declaring that—whilst the sex had been great—he wanted to settle down, and that Oliver simply didn’t meet the criteria for baby making. Well, the joke was well and truly on him because two years later, Harry was just as single as Oliver. Still, Harry possessed a rather magnificent set of arse cheeks that Oliver still thought about every now and again.