CHAPTER 2: MARK

In a dimly lit room, shadowy and silent___ except for the ragged breathing of a masked figure resting on the cold evening wall.

The figure seemed young... not older than 19.

His hands roamed his body as his half-closed eyes turned misty, and sweat dampened his forehead.

His white shirt, which had turned wet from sweat, outlined his lean and perfect physique.

He grinded his back against the wall as he moaned softly.

He was restless... uncomfortable in a way he couldn't control.

He hadn't expected this.

Little Swan had recently joined the mafia world after graduating from university.

He had gone on a mission with his father under his fake beta identity. But things didn't go well.

He experienced premature heat... at the worst possible time.

Little Swan felt miserable. Not only from the heat but also from what would become of him if the truth were found out.

An omega son in the mafia world was like a sheep to be slaughtered. Especially with his unparalleled look and his status as SSS+ omega.

No matter how strong his father was, war would erupt, and he would be snatched away.

His life would be miserable, and no one would be able to help him.

Little Swan's suffering shadow painted the room with loneliness and desolation.

He tried his best to suppress his moans while his pheromone leaked madly in the air.

The floral scent was like a dark seduction that could turn any alpha crazy... No matter how powerful they were.

That was the power of an SSS+ omega.

The door creaked open, startling Little Swan, who swiftly pressed his back against the wall as if trying to disappear into it.

His body trembled as the tobacco scent pheromone wafted into his nose... It was an alpha and a really powerful one at that.

Little Swan's eyes showed fierce anger and a slight hint of a provoked predator.

He watched as the alpha walked to the center of the room while looking around.

The young alpha paused, scanning the room. His dark eyes glinted with alertness.

He looked young, a cigarette resting between his fingers. He smoked with an air of maturity that only belonged to children raised in the underground world.

Little Swan knew the young alpha well.

It was Cassian.

The son of his father's most hated rival... The lord of the Southern underground country.

"Come out," Cassian said coldly. "I can smell you."

Little Swan's eyes flashed.

Cassian's tobacco pheromone seemed to drive Little Swan to the verge of madness.

Without thinking, Little Swan brought out his gun and cocked it.

The sound broke the silence in the room, and Cassian also looked his way.

Seeing the masked Little Swan, Cassian's face darkened, and his eyes turned cold, but his body trembled.

"Who are you?" He asked under his breath while searching for a gun in his pocket.

Little Swan staggered forward and released his pheromone insanely in the air.

Cassian's breath caught.

His face turned red, and his pheromone also involuntarily leaked.

The two pheromones synced, eliciting a moan from the two.

"Mark me." Little Swan slowly ordered.

He was standing right in front of Cassian with his gun pressed against Cassian's temple.

Cassian's brows twitched. "You think I won't kill you first?" He threatened.

Little Swan chuckled darkly. "Mark me... temporarily."

A Mark was the only thing that could save him at the moment, and what better option than an alpha that willingly stepped into the room?

He couldn't stay any longer in this room, or his bodyguards might step in to look for him...

Little Swan would rather die than let people know his secrets.

Cassian had to mark him. It was just a mark anyway.

He pressed the gun harder against Cassian's head, and Cassian's lips trembled. His eyes flashed with hostility as he clenched his fist. "Fine!"

Little Swan kept the gun pressed against Cassian's head as he opened his shirt, revealing his slim and perfectly structured waist.

At the right side of his lower waist was a grey stripe, which Little Swan roughly pulled off, revealing a round pink area with a natural flower tattoo.

His fingers tightened around the gun.

"Mark."

His voice shook___ just once.

Cassian glared at him. The anger in his eyes deepened, but he still bent and sank his teeth into the gland.

His pheromone poured in, instantly soothing Little Swan's restless state.

It was just a temporary marking. However, Little Swan found his cheeks reddening.

The warmth vanished.

Gunshots replaced it.

Chaos brewed.

And then___ pain.

Little Swan watched as the older version of Cassian shot him straight in the heart.

It was a shot to kill.

Little Swan's heart ached terribly.

His eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes to the sound of the machine and the strong smell of medicine.

"Boss, you're awake." Niam, Little Swan's trusted subordinate stepped forward as he mentioned.

Little Swan nodded, but his eyes were dark and cloudy.

His hands were clenched, and even his pale lips pursed tightly.

"Cassian..." He slowly mumbled.

How could he do that to him?

"Boss, how do we punish Cassian? He went too far. We can't let him go, right?" Niam asked.

The anger in his voice was obvious.

Little Swan turned his head to look at Niam.

His lips parted, and a shallow smile appeared.

The pale face under the mask slowly turned paler. "Punish him?" He closed his eyes. "No," he murmured softly. "Cassian belongs to me."

"Prepare me a new identity, Niam." He ordered.