Adom walked behind his mother into the kitchen to greet his dad. He was cooking dinner and was murmuring over the stove, but as he looked up, his eyes widened with glee, and he put his spoon down and rushed to his son's side to pull Adom in a big hug.
"Son! You're back! Wait till your sister sees you." He laughed and pulled away to look Adom up and down.
"Yes, still so pretty, but thin! Have you lost weight? Good thing I cooked a lot," he said with a sigh, patting his seemingly thinner upper arms.
"Stop that, dad," Adom huffed as his eyes darted away shyly.
His dad would always say that when he visited. Of course, they knew he was an omega, and they were very proud of him. They had never shamed him for being an omega and had embraced his second nature. It was just Adom who couldn't live with it. He wished to have the same mentality as them.
"I've been working a lot; maybe that's why I've lost some weight," he said as he put his bag near the door before sitting down at the dinner table, not thinking much of it. His dad looked at him and shook his head.
"You don't need to work part-time, boy; you get money from us monthly, right for your expenses?" He said it with a question in his voice. Adom looked up and felt like he had been found out. He worked to be able to afford those scent neutralizers. He couldn't say that, though, and he laughed a little nervously and thought about what to say now.
"You know, I also want to be able to pay for things myself. Not just your money," he said nonchalantly, like he wasn't just telling a blatant lie.
They didn't need to know he hid his second nature, and everyone had been thinking he was an alpha.
They both, luckily, didn't suspect anything and agreed.
"Well, it's your life; you should have more fun instead of working so much."How's the love life going? Any good-looking alpha around who swooned you off your feet?" Dad continued jokingly and winked at him. Adom darted his eyes around and gulped. What was he supposed to say about that?
He needed to get away from here because the questions were getting more and more personal.
Alex sighed happily when he heard Win's little yawn next to him. It had been one month since Win moved in with him, and Alex had never been happier in his life. It was a realization he had not long after Win moved in. He loved Win. He loved him, and having him next to him all day was a gift to him. As he expected, the plan had worked out perfectly. Win boss Mrs. Rile had closed the studio days after Alex's visit. He remembered how sad Win sounded when he called him that night, telling him his boss had fired him and was closing the makeup studio. When Alex asked him if he wanted to move in with him, he was sure Win would say yes before he got the actual response from his dear boyfriend. The first thing he told Win when he moved in was that he didn't need to find another job; the only thing that he needed to do was be there for Alex. Between Win's smile at his words and the friendship that grew between him and his sister Emma, he was sure Win would be staying with him permanently. "
"Fuck," Alex cursed when Win closed the door on his face and started to run away. He wasn't going to stand there like the first time. This time, he was going to get Win and try to explain himself. Quickly, he opened the door and started to run to the front door, praying Win was still inside the mansion and not running away like a crazy man on the streets of the city in the middle of the night. Seconds later, when he was nearing his destiny, he let out a sigh of relief when he heard Win's voice, which sounded angry and desperate. When he turned to the front hallway, he saw Win with his brother Mike. "Let me go," Win muttered, trying to free himself from Mike's strong grip. "Let me go, or I'll kick you in the balls. Alex knows how good I am at that; go ask him." "Um, you are feisty." Mike smirked at him. "I see why my brother likes you," he said, tightening his grip on Win. "Let me go, you stupid monkey!" Win whined as he punched Mike in the ribs. The other man hissed in pain but st
Win sighed and relaxed when he heard Alex closing the door of his loft, leaving his place. He was conflicted, to say the least. On one hand, he was about to go on a date with Alex, the head of the Mafia, the most powerful and dangerous man in all of the city. Alex was not a good person; he knew that. Alex killed, tortured, and broke the law, probably on a daily basis. He was ruthless and cold; he intimidated people, as he witnessed mere minutes ago, when the poor boy, man?... Win didn't remember his name, but with just a couple of words, Alex made the poor man run away, scared, in just his underwear. But... On the other hand, Win had never connected with someone like he had with Alex. All week he tried to forget about him—about his mouth against him, his strong hands on his waist, his dominant touch on his body. Win had wanted to see him again, to get to know him, but when he found out he slept with Alex, he panicked and ran away. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit a tw
"Fuck me, fuck me, c'mon," the man under Alex screamed in pleasure as he pounded him into the mattress, the whole bed shaking with the force of Alex's thrusts. "Shut up," Alex ordered, placing his hand on the man's neck, making him face the mattress, and muffling his babbling. The man he was currently fucking obeyed Alex's commanding tone and took every brutal, pleasurable thrust of Alex's hips. "Slut," Alex groaned, feeling himself close to his orgasm. The man he was currently fucking was beautiful, his skin tan, his body slim but muscular and strong, his hair dark, but he wasn't winning. In fact, Alex couldn't remember his name. Win had entered Alex's mind in such a way that he just couldn't forget him since he saw him that night. A now Alex had dedicated the last nights of life to fuck any man he saw who reminded him of Win, neither of them were nearly as good as the original, though. Thrusting a couple of times, Alex came shuddering. When he felt the other man tightening aro
26 YEAR LATER: Alex, an Alpha and head of the most powerful, biggest mafia group in the city, entered the club like he owned the place. On his sides were his cousin, brother Mike, and friend Type, his two bodyguards. Alex was very capable of taking care of himself, but he knew he would always be a target. He was 27 years old now; it had been almost five years since he assumed leadership of the biggest Mafia, following his father Sebestian's retirement and departure for a long vacation with his dad Adom. Alex would never forget that day, when he arrived at his house and found his dad hugging his father's, and they had already packed their things and were ready to leave. Since that day, Alex has been the leader and has taken over his father's position. He had killed more people than he could count trying to find any enemy, tortured as many, and he was sure he wouldn't stop until he found all enemies and killed them with his bare hands. He smirked when he started to notice the stares
Adoms walked softly to Sebestian's office. He pressed his ear against the closed door and only heard Sebestian's voice. He figured he had to be alone, and the meeting he had with his closest security members must have ended. Slowly, he opened the door and realized he was wrong. There, in his husband's office, were at least a dozen men, all dressed in black tuxedos. His face heated when he felt all of their gazes directed at him. "Beautiful, hi," Sebestian smiled at him from the other side of the room. "We are having a little bit of a problem over here; wait outside, please." Adom looked at the screen reflected on the wall; there was a photo of a man he actually knew. He and Sebestiab had talked about him a few nights ago. His name was Ram, and apparently he had messed with their security cameras on the mansion and other properties. It was no secret that Ram was a close ally to the other mafia family. Luckily for them, Sebestian's team had caught the bug on the cameras and were able