تسجيل الدخولJulian stares at Peter for a few seconds as the words sink in, then he blinks. "Serve you... wait!" He tilts his head seriously. "You kidnapped me, dragged me to a private island, and locked me in this villa... just so I can clean your house?" For a moment, there is silence. Peter had released those videos. Julian knows he had seen and released them. The implication behind the word 'serve' was pretty obvious. Julian is toying with him. But instead of getting upset, Peter just laughs. Actually laughs in that deep baritone voice that can make people's knees shake. His eyes crinkle. "You know what I meant, Julian." Julian crosses his arms. "I don't know. Rich mafia men are weird. Maybe you wanted a personal maid." Peter shakes his head, still smiling. But Julian isn't laughing. He walks away from them, looking annoyed, muttering something about them always thinking with their dicks. Peter hears it, of course he does. But he doesn't comment. Everything the Omega does seems to amu
Julian slowly wakes up to the sound of footsteps. For a moment, he doesn't remember where he is--the softness of the bed is completely deceiving.But then the ache in his arm returns. The unfamiliar room. The constant sway of the ship.His eyes snap open.One of Peter's men stands near the doorway, watching him calmly like it's completely normal. "You're awake."Julian immediately sits up, his eyebrows pulling together. "Why the fuck are you watching me sleep!?" He drags a thicker shirt down his body. "What do you guys want from me now?"The guard doesn't seem fazed by the attitude at all. "Peter said to come get you. We have arrived."He frowns, his long hair falling messily over his head. "What do you mean, arrived?" The confusion lasts only a second before he hears it, the sound of waves against stone.He rushes toward his room window, pulling the curtains aside. Damn--they're on a deserted island. A massive stretch of green land surrounded by endless blue water.No buildings near
The automatic doors slide open as Enzo steps out of the private hospital. And with the instincts of someone who has faced death and betrayal so many times, he knows something is wrong. Or is about to go wrong, at least. His mind hasn't stopped replaying the doctor's words since he left his office: 'His scent is stabilizing you. Spend your full moon with him.' The anticipation makes his skin hot, already imagining having Julian in his arms again. His phone vibrates violently in his hand, cutting off his train of-- very filthy--thoughts. Marco. Three missed calls. Enzo answers the fourth one immediately. "What happened?" Marco's breathing is ragged. "Boss... there was an attack on the east gate, but it was fake. Small explosives. Just enough to pull security away from the estate." A terrible feeling settles in Enzo's chest as Marco continues. He already knows where this conversation is headed. "...and Julian used the distraction to escape. He had help from Marcus, his fr
The hotel bathroom is silent. Fresh out of the shower, Enzo stands before the mirror, tattooed skin still wet. He opens a small black case on the counter, revealing several suppressant injectors. His jaw tightens...another one. He rolls up his sleeve and presses the injector against the inside of his forearm, ignoring the marks from hundreds of injections over the course of several years. A sharp sting shoots through his arm as the suppressant floods his bloodstream, leaving behind the familiar icy burn in his veins. He closes his eyes briefly, waiting for the pressure inside him to settle. It does, but not completely. It hasn't been been working as it should for weeks now, and his doctor warned him this would happen eventually. Repeated use leads to a body that no longer responds the way it should. His rut suppressants are losing their effectiveness. Enzo tosses the empty injector into the disposal box with a quiet clink before bracing both hands against the sink He exhale
Peter glances at the photo with obvious satisfaction before slipping his phone into his pocket.A slow smile curves across his lips. "Just a special gift for your Alpha."---Las Vegas never sleeps.From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse conference suite, the city is alive beneath Enzo. People obliviously having fun, drinking, partying, unaware that inside a fifty-foot building, dangerous men are deciding their fates.If anyone wanted the major mafia syndicates completely gone, this would be the perfect opportunity.Six mafia heads are gathered around one table somewhere on the 46th floor.There are also over three dozen guards assigned inside and outside the room, patrolling like their lives depend on it.The discussion drags on for hours: territories, shipments, alliances, business proposals.But Enzo only contributes when necessary, because his mind isn't in the meeting or on how many billion dollars they could make this year--it's still stuck in Los Angeles.No one not
He meets a set of familiar brown eyes that send shivers up his spine.Julian's heart stops.The stranger smiles. "I've been dying to meet you personally, Julian."---Julian stares at the man in front of him in disbelief, heart hammering against his ribcage. Of all the people he thought would be behind this mess, he certainly didn't expect him."Peter." He frowns, eyeing the man warily. Sure, Enzo was the one who filmed him--but Peter releasing it is just as bad.A slow grin spreads across Peter's face. "There it is." He chuckles, almost delighted. "I was wondering how long it'd take you to recognize me."Julian feels his heartbeat fasten. The grin on Peter's face promises nothing but trouble. "What do you want from me?"Peter steps closer, hands tucked casually into his pockets as if they're meeting at a charity gala instead of on a ship in the middle of fucking nowhere."I've been looking forward to this.""What do you want?" Julian struggles against the ropes again. "If you want to
Julian stands in the middle of an opulent suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He still can't believe he agreed to this-- not like he really had a choice. It was either an attractive mafia lord, or getting gang raped by a group of dirty Alphas. Fuck his life. Behind him, Enz
"Finally getting rid of that useless Omega upstairs," his father snorts, clinking glasses with his guests like they were sealing a business deal. "Little shit's been a drain since his mother died. But tonight? He'll pay my debts in full." Julian's stomach drops where he's pressed against the worn o
The open-plan of his new room is pure luxury:. The bathroom itself larger than his entire childhood home. But none of it comforts him. He slips away the moment the men's footsteps fade, bare feet padding silently over heated floors. He goes through the new drawers, finding clothes and shoes in
Julian's eyes slowly open to the cool touch of latex gloves between his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of the massive bed in a luxury suite, arms stretched above his head. Soft morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but even the view feels like a taunt.







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