LOGINCassian's Wealth House. Little Swan stood before the building without making any other movement. After an hour, four men stepped out, dressed in all black, and they approached him. "Hey, what's your problem?" The scar-faced at the front asked. Little Swan raised a brow. Without a word, he approached and attacked the man, bringing him down with a fierce punch. "I'm here to challenge all the men here." He declared arrogantly. The men behind the scar-faced frowned. "Idiot." One of them cursed as he threw a punch. Little Swan stepped aside, easily avoiding it. But the second punch grazed his shoulder. A smile played on his incredibly handsome face as he beat down the three men. A while later, Little Swan dusted his hands and waved playfully at the men. He stepped into the building. Right after entering, a few men blocked him. This time, Little Swan didn't fight. Instead, he lifted his hands above his head and took a step back from the men. "I need a job." He said leisurely.
Cassian's room. Eliminating a bodyguard was never difficult. Especially in a dog-eat- dog underground world. Loyalty was second, while profit and survivability were first. Little Swan stared at his phone, patiently waiting for a response from Niam about the tasks. While waiting, Little Swan, dressed in a black bathrobe with his collar generously exposed, walked out of the room and made his way to the dining room. He was hungry. After spending the whole night trying to move without being suspected by Cassian or anyone else, he also had to stay in the slaves' quarters to make his acting more convincing. The looks from other slaves, the lecherous actions from the guards... though The guards who tried had already paid the price. Quietly. Permanently.But they still made Little Swan so uncomfortable that he didn't dare take a bite throughout his stay in the enclosed space. He needed something to fill his stomach. Settling down in the glass-laced dining seat, Little Swan pressed a
CASSIAN'S BATHROOM Little Swan's dainty fingers gripped Cassian's arms as his weak body rubbed against Cassian. He let out a weak, startled yelp, and his eyes widened. He didn’t hold back. Every glance, every touch... deliberate. Lethal. Cassian's breath hitched. His lips parted as if to say something, but nothing came out. His dark eyes glinted with lust and desire. The room turned hot. The atmosphere became uncomfortable. Little Swan wriggled as he struggled to stand right. Cassian helped. But Little Swan's legs gave in. He fell directly into Cassian's embrace and his lips pressed on Cassian's chest. Cassian froze. Heat crawled up Little Swan's spine. A hint of danger flashed across his eyes. He blinked rapidly as he slowly raised his head. The danger disappeared, replaced with fragility. His ethereal face was in full view before Cassian, and he could also see Cassian's full face. He glanced at Cassian's kissable lips, and his throat felt parched. B
In Cassian's car. The car was dimly lit with a quiet and tense atmosphere. The beautiful omega hugged himself as his silver hair cascaded down, covering his facial features. His lips curved slightly. He glanced at Cassian, who was tapping his lap and excitement shone in the beauty's eyes. Cassian paused. He lowered his eyes to look at the omega. The omega shivered. He quickly sat upright and raised his beautiful eyes to look at Cassian. Their eyes met. The omega's eyes wavered. From the look in Cassian's eyes, he could already predict what was about to happen. His heart skipped a beat. He had already gone too far to turn back. How could he let Cassian send him away at this point? He, Little Swan, wouldn't lose. No, he would never lose. Tears appeared in his eyes as he blinked. "Mr Cassian," He softly called. His flawless face turned red as tears rolled down his face. "Don't leave me, please." His lips trembled. "Don't abandon me..." He cried. Cassian's
BLACK MARKET AUCTION HOUSE The auction house pulsed with danger. Voices overlapped___ whispers of weapons, blood money, and power. "The K41 is on the list, right?" "Yes. But it should be quite expensive." "I wonder if I can get my hands on some rare commodities and weapons." The crowd murmured... all excited about the upcoming auction. The Dark Horse auction___ One of the biggest and rarest auction houses in the underground world. Cassian sat leisurely in the front seat. He sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette resting between his fingers. His dark and piercing eyes glanced lazily at the people around him until they settled on the masked figure sitting in the last front seat on the east side. Cassian's eyes glowed with interest. He handed the cigarette to one of his guards, and he flashed a provocative smile. "You’re harder to kill than I thought, Swan." All eyes fell on Cassian. The murmurs stopped, and some even pushed their seats back, hoping not to get caugh
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







