The mafia King's Pet [M×M]

Chapter 1

Milo’s POV

The silver chains were cold against my skin, and its sharp ends were biting into my tender, smooth skin, enough to leave marks, but I endured it.

I refused to say anything about it. It's not like it would matter as of today. My fate was sealed already.

 I sat in the middle of my father’s grand sitting room that was filled with an unspoken tension. With my back straight, and my expression unreadable. my dress clung to my body like it was a second skin. And by so doing bringing out my hidden shape and stature I always try so hard to keep hidden.

I looked just like her. My sister, 

Millen.

Today is the day that I was to be given off as a pet to one of the most dangerous men on earth.

My name is Milo, though it hardly matters. No one calls me that. To them, I am nothing but an abomination. A disgrace. An Omega.

I am 5,5 foot tall, barely escaping shortness, unlike my twin sister that was at a staggering 6,0 foot tall. Where I was slender and thin as a result of lack of food. My sister had a fit athletic figure, with all her shape well defined by the rigorous training she puts herself under.

Comparing me to millen was like comparing an ant to a lion.

That was my sad life. A defenseless Male omega. My sister and I had a good relationship when we were small. We were so close as twins, and would do everything together. 

but as times continued to pass, the disparity between the two of us created a huge tension between the two of us, drifting us further away from each other. As if that was not all, my sister, the precious jewel of the family, mysteriously fell sick with a serious illness.

Unfortunately, it was the time that my father, who is the alpha of my pack, owed a ridiculous amount of money to the mafian king. A notorious and feared mafia lord. Having no way to pay back such money in a short time, my whole pack was plunged in fear of what the mafian king might do to us.

but when it looked like we were going to be doomed, a message was sent by the mafian king. A loophole meant to free us from the wrath of the mafian king, but only on one condition. 

my sick sister.

And without even thinking twice, I had offered to go to her place. 

I am weak. I had a slender and small frame. With white flowing hair that reached my back, and a perfect delicate smooth skin. 

I was born an omega. 

An abomination. 

A male Omega. Something that has never happened before. And as if that was not enough. On my 18th day, I couldn't transform into my wolf.

The memory was still fresh in my mind, the day me and my sister had turned 18th, even as an omega I was expected to turn but unfortunately I failed woefully. As if that was not all, my sister found her wolf that same night, an alpha wolf.

It was as if all gates of hatred were let open starting from that day, especially my father who could not even look me in the face again. Without scrunching in disgust.

My mother paid deaf ears to all the maltreatment I was subjected to.

Tears stung in my eyes. I wanted to cry, but I would not dare try it, if not. My father would beat the living daylights out of me for trying to spoil the deal that was almost sealed.

It was my decision, well if I had a choice, it wouldn't be.

“I had done this for her” I continued to assure myself. I had promised her I would do this.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t afraid of the outcome of what I had been forced to agree to do. 

But even so, I had no regrets. I would do it again if I had to, to save my sister. Wasn’t the whole point, being there for your family.

In my world, that is ruled by strength. The notion of being a pet was not a strange occurrence, it was like being a slave which is normal as only mafia kings Rule our world.

but a male being taken as a pet. Well, that has never been heard of.

That was why I was painted with heavy makeup, and dressed in my sister's clothes after a long search, since she was way bigger than mine. 

I was impersonating my sister.

I know it was a dangerous thing to do, but my parents couldn't care less as long as it me. damning myself would keep their precious daughter safe.

My father stood near the fireplace, his hands clasped behind his back, a sheepish smile plastered on his face, as if he is not the same father that wants to hand his son over like some bargaining chip.

 He was the Alpha of our pack. a man who prided himself on power, on control, but here he was, grinning like a merchant who had just closed a good deal.

In this case, it was the best deal for everyone. as his precious and Alpha daughter is safe and sound, while the disgrace and abomination of the pack are being bundled off.

My mother sat stiffly beside him, her hands curled into the fabric of her dress. She hadn’t spoken a word. Hadn’t even looked me straight in the eyes.

Coward.

I swallowed the bitter bile rising in my throat. This was necessary. I reminded myself over and over again. Millen wouldn’t survive being a pet. Not with her sickness. She wasn’t built for it. 

Maybe I was.

The knock came like a gunshot. Shocking everyone in the room.

The doors swung open, and he stepped inside.

A fierce-looking man, broad and battle-worn, with the presence of someone who had killed more men than he could count, towered over the door entrance. In his hands was a small shiny revolver gun. 

I shivered uncontrollable as his gaze swept across the room, in a cold scrutinizing way before it settled on me. 

His brows furrowed for only a second, like he was seizing me up, checking if I was a fit pet for whoever his master is.

“This is the one?” His voice was deep, emotionless.

My father nodded. “Yes. Take her.”

I forced my expression to remain blank as the man strode toward me. I had expected him to untie my chains. He didn’t. Instead, he yanked me to my feet like I was no more than an object.

I stumbled, almost breaking my legs with how foreign it felt walking on heels, even after so much practice. The heavy dress tangled at my feet, but I caught myself just in time. 

But I was not backing down. 

I would protect my twin sister with my blood. Even if it means that my freedom would be at stake. I was suffering for my family.

The fierce man didn’t even glance at me. Just turned sharply and dragged me forward, away from a house I had called home throughout my life.

The comfortable seat of the car was like torns to my bottom. I couldn’t stop the loud pounding of my heart as the car pulled away from my pack, driving into an unknown land.

How did it come to this? The hatred, all the disappointments…

Everything that has happened in the last few hours was like a film to me. I closed my eyes as the memories of the last 12 hours flashed through my mind.

My father had a look of visible relief, and my mother…she hadn’t been outward like my father in showing her happiness, but I could feel her relief.

The pain came again, like a knife that was plunged deep into my heart.

 Couldn't they, at least, just pretend to have cared. 

But noo. Instead they saw me as a liability they couldn't wait to get rid off. 

As we continued to go further away from the familiar forest of my pack, deeper into the mafian king tuff.

I finally let the tears I have been holding throughout my house slip through my eyes. Blocking my vision.