Chapter 5 : Owned and Used

Julian huddles in the back booth of a dingy diner in Silver Lake, the morning light barely cutting through grimy windows. His friend, Marcus, an unbonded Beta who works odd jobs in the market, slides a coffee across the table.

"You look like hell, Jules. That ankle's twice the size it should be. What the fuck happened?"

Julian keeps his hood up, hiding the hickey--more like bite mark-- on his neck, fingers tracing the silver necklace hidden beneath his shirt.

"Bad deal. I ran. Won't stay long. They might already be looking for me." He doesn't mention Enzo's name-- he can't put Marcus in danger-- the only person who's ever looked out for him after his mother died.

Marcus frowns, but doesn't prob. "Then stay at my place tonight. We'll figure--"

The diner door shatters open. Three large men in dark suits storm in, eyes locking on the booth.

Julian's blood freezes.

Enzo's men. How the hell did they track him down here? This place's hidden.

Marcus already takes a fighting stance, trying to block them.

"Just run! Go!" Julian hisses at him, but it's too late. One man grabs Marcus by the collar and slams a fist into his gut. Marcus doubles over with a grunt, coughing blood. Another punch lands across his jaw, splitting his lip. Blood sprays onto the floor.

"Stay out of this, Beta," the attacker snarls. "This Omega belongs to someone else now."

Marcus tries to swing back but takes a knee to the ribs and collapses, wheezing. Julian lunges to help, but rough hands seize him, yanking him out of the booth.

Pain flares in his swollen ankle as they drag him toward the exit. Nobody else interrupts, the few diners stare but look away quickly--nobody interferes with things like these in Los Angeles.

"Get off me!" Julian shouts, struggling as they exit, but his efforts are useless. A cloth presses over his mouth again, the same chemical sting from before. His vision swims as they shove him into the back of a black SUV.

Marcus groans in pain and runs out after them, but he doesn't make it on time. Before he reaches the entrance, the doors slam shut, SUV already pulling away.

Julian in the car tries to fight the drug, but it still pulls him under, his body going limp in the man's hold.

When he wakes, his skin is pressed against satin sheets. He is inside a huge mansion perched in a neighborhood he isn't familiar with--floor to ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city beneath.

Modern art hangs on the walls, the scent of expensive air freshener and wealth flooding his lungs with every breath.

His hands are zip-tied behind his back. Two men stand guard as the doors open and Enzo enters the room wearing simple clothes-- a pair of sweats, and a black tight t-shirt that drags across his chest, tattooed hands exposed.

Julian meets his eyes, wondering again how somehow this attractive could be this cruel.

In his right hand, a sleek golden pistol gleams under the recessed lights, a cruel grin perched on his lips. He stops just inches from Julian, tilting the Omega's chin up with the barrel of the gun. The metal is cool against his skin.

"You ran away from me," Enzo says, voice low and surprisingly calm. "Knowing you're my property. I bought you fair and square. Your father sold you. Then you let me fuck that tight hole raw, knot you, and still thought you could disappear? That I wouldn't find you!?"

Julian trembles, eyes wide on the gun. "Please… I didn't ask for any of this. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone."

"Tell anyone? you think I'm scared?" Enzo's scoffs almost gently, but his eyes still burn with possession.

Julian swallows.

He presses the gun harder under Julian's jaw, forcing his head back. "I like it when you beg, but I can't oblige even when you sound so pretty like that." His silver eyes darken with intent.

"You belong to me now. Your scent quiets my rage. Your body takes my knot like it was made for it. Running only makes me want to break you harder."

Julian's breath hitches, tears spilling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry. Please! I-I'll disappear. You'll never see me again. I have nothing--no pack, no one. Just… please." He whispers the last part.

"You're sorry?" Enzo holsters the gun but doesn't step back. He unzips his trousers with deliberate slowness, freeing his thick cock, already hard and leaking just from being this close to the Omega.

"Then open your mouth. Show me how sorry you are."

When Julian hesitates, green eyes darting around the room frantically, like an escape portal would magically appear.

Enzo cocks a brow. "You're no longer sorry then? No?"

He doesn't wait for a response and grips Julian's hair, pushes the head of his cock past his lips.

Julian chokes as Enzo thrusts deep, filling his mouth in one motion. The taste is salty, musky, overwhelming, but somehow--seeing the powerful man throw his head back in pleasure, it makes him feel powerful.

Julian hates the way his body responds. Hates that somehow, all the fight seems to dissipate once he has Enzo's cock in him.

Enzo holds him there, hips rolling steadily, fucking his face with controlled thrusts.

"Oh, God," Enzo groans loudly, eyes half-lidded. "Even your mouth feels so good." He hits the back of Julian's throat repeatedly, ignoring the gag reflex or the messy drools that drip onto the marble tiles.

Julian struggles for air, nose buried in dark curls on every slow, but deep thrust. His own body reacts shamefully--faint scent blooming with a mix of fear and arousal, his cock twitching in his jeans despite himself.

Enzo notices and laughs darkly. "Look at you. You're turned on already? Just from sucking my cock?"

The thrusts grow faster, grip tightening, using his hair like reins, abs flexing as he chases release, already so close to the edge.

And with a guttural moan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, flooding Julian's throat with thick ropes of cum.

Julian swallows convulsively, throat surprisingly working to accommodate every drop, though some spill down his chin.

Enzo holds him in place until the last drop, then pulls out slowly, smearing the mess across Julian's swollen lips.

"You belong to me now, Julian Reid" Enzo declares, voice rough with satisfaction. He tucks himself away and crouches, wiping a thumb across Julian's sweat stained temple. "To use whenever the rut hits. To fuck until you forget your own name. To keep until your scent calms every storm in my blood."

He pats his cheek. "Try running again and I won't be so gentle."

Julian coughs, chest heaving, cum and spit coating his tongue. The room feels like a luxurious cage, the city lights below mocking his lost freedom.

Enzo rises, signaling the guards. "Clean him up. Make sure he has everything he needs, I need my toy strong enough to survive what's coming."

And as they drag Julian away, legs weak and throat raw, he catches one last glimpse of Enzo watching him with dark hunger.

In that moment, he finally understands a terrible truth: there is no escaping Enzo Moretti.

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Somewhere far, inside another high-rise building overlooking the city, a man lowers the whiskey glass in his hand as the report reaches him.

"Enzo Moretti has finally kept an Omega?" he repeats with a dark chuckle.

His assistant looks down.

He hums, taking another sip of the gold liquid."Interesting. Very interesting."