Oliver's POV

Sounds of light footsteps of concrete caught his attention. He looked up preparing for another fight. Only for relief to flood his system as he recognized Namar.

The Tiger was one of Ra's personal guards. The alpha must have realized he was missing.

The older omega questioned his voice hard, "Who is that initiate?"

"He's one of the Jackal's men," he gasped, "I saw him during training and he felt off. So I followed him and was attacked."

Namar produced zip ties and zip-tied the man's hands together. Then together they hauled him to his feet.

"Good work, Al Sahim," praised Namar.

Oliver glowed with pride at the praise but his eye hardened at the sight of the man. This man might just have the answers that he was missing. He knew that Oliver was supposed to have died. That he went into the water.

What he didnt know was how or why this man knew. It was eating away at the younger omega. All he wanted was to know was the truth.

Namar and Oliver made their way to the safehouse. Namar dragged the unwilling prisoner with them. He would have questions to answer. The League would drag the answers out of him.

The safe house was in an inconspicuous part of town. They carefully made sure that they weren't followed before entering the house. Oliver's eyes immediately found Ra's form in the middle. Different members of the League were talking to Ra's.

Namar pushed him forward so that they were waiting with the others. It didnt take Ra's but half a minute to realize that they were there.

When grey eyes fell upon him Oliver stiffened. The man greeted in a cold voice, "Welcome back, Al Sahim and Namar. What happened?"

Oliver answered as he stepped forward so that he stood in front of Ra's, "When I was in training, my liege a suspicious person caught my eye. I followed them in order to see if they were a danger to us."

Ra's turned his head towards the captured man. Then raised an eyebrow at Oliver.

Oliver continued, "When he saw me he said No! You are supposed to be dead. I saw you go into the water! Then a fight began. I subdued him and that was when Namar showed up my liege."

The room was silent as he finished his tale. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet.

Ra's walked up to him and seemed to check him over. Oliver stayed stock still while he was examined. A warm hand pushed up the sleeve of his shirt. There was a gentle prodding at the top of his right bicep. It was then followed by a brief flare of pain.

Looking down he realized at some point he had been cut in the fight. It wasnt a deep or dangerous wound but it was still there. He would need to clean it out and bandage it when Ra's released him.

Ra's released his arm and turned towards the prisoner. In a cold voice, he said, "So you know who Al Sahim is. You have two options here. Tell me everything willingly. Or return to Nanda Parbat where you will never see the light of day again."

Oliver was barely able to suppress the shiver that went down his spine. Ra's was different now than he was before. It wasn't like when the alpha who tried to kill the Demon's Head. Even his commanding presence then wasnt like this. This was the assassin that became the leader.

The prisoner spat angrily, "If you think I will tell you anything then you're crazier than Bourne. The Jackal will kill you all."

Ra's nodded to his men behind Oliver and then pressed a hand into his shoulder. The hand steered him away from the middle of the room. To the side was one of the healers and he was pushed right towards them.

"My liege, I can clean the wound myself," he tried to argue.

"I would rather you be checked by the healers. Make sure there wasnt poison in that blade. I would not put it past the Jackal after failing to kill you once."

The tone booked no argument and Oliver didnt push his luck. Ra's knew more about the Jackal than he could remember. He was pushed into a chair in front of the healer.

With gentle hands, she began to examine the wounds. She worked swiftly in cleaning and bandaging the wound.

She said to Ra's who was still standing behind him, "He will be fine. The wound isn't dangerous or poisoned. Keep it clean and bandaged and it will heal just fine. You can continue your training."

Oliver bowed his head as he said, "Thank you, healer."

"You're welcome Al Sahim. Now get out of here. Your mentor is pacing the wall over there. He will want to speak to you."

The omega felt the blood drained from his face. Al Owal was going to kill him for going off on his own. That he had no doubt.

Oliver stood only to come face to face with Ra's. He thought the man had left as soon as the healer had finished. What was the alpha wanting?

Ra's said grabbing the omega's uninjured arm, "Come. I want to talk to you privately."

Being as close as they were now Oliver could smell the man's scorched desert just after sunset scent. It was gentle and calming just as Al Owal's scent was. There was something more to it though. Oliver was far more relaxed instinctively around him.

Two sides of himself were warring on whether or not to trust the alpha beyond what he had already given. One side said that it should be left as it was. The other side wanted to know what Ra's had to say.

He was led towards one of the back rooms. Al Owal moved towards them once they were in sight. A sharp look from Ra's stopped him though.

The back room was a bare bedroom. It held one bed and a single dresser in the corner.

Oliver moved so that there was space between them. It wasn't a large space but enough so that man's scent wasn't as strong. At the same time, he was close enough so that he didn't appear to be rude.

Ra's said taking a deep breath, "Since you have taken the blade to your side I have been considering something. In my entire time as Ra's Al Ghul, I have never taken a mate. I loved Nyssa's mother but she was not meant to be my mate. Since coming here you have kept my attention not just with your skill but your scent has kept me entranced. I have tried to ignore it but for me, that's not possible for me now. I wish to court you, Al Sahim."

Oliver froze unsure what to do. Ra's wanted to court him. The man held a guarded look in his eyes. He wasn't used to being denied. Still, Oliver knew that if he said no Ra's would respect it.

The more he thought about it the more he wanted to say yes. Memories or no memories this man calmed him and he wanted it to continue. He was willing to give the courting a shot.

"Alright, my liege," he answered.

"Call me Ra's, Oliver."