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The air in the narrow hallway of their decaying Los Angeles bungalow smells mainly like cigarette smoke and strong whiskey. Below, in the living room, his father's slurred laughter reaches him. "Finally getting rid of the useless Omega upstairs," his father snorts, clinking his glass with the guests like they're discussing a business merger. "That little shit has been nothing but a drain since his mother died. But tonight? He'll pay my debts in full." Julian's stomach drops where he's pressed against the worn out wooden doors. He knows the men downstairs are not the usual low-life gamblers his father keeps company with. These voices carry the kind of danger that makes your hair stand on end. He inches closer, careful not to let the old floorboards creak. One of the strangers chuckles in a hoarse voice. "Enzo Moretti doesn't take refunds, you understand? Once the deal's done, your boy belongs to him forever." Enzo Moretti--the name alone sends ice sliding down Julian's spine

Julian stands in the middle of an opulent suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He still can't believe he agreed to this-- not like he really had a choice. It was either an attractive mafia lord, or getting gang raped by a group of dirty Alphas. Fuck his life. Behind him, Enzo locks the door after them, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate calm. The thick wad of cash sits on the nightstand, a silent reminder of their deal. One night for ten thousand dollars. Julian seats stiffly at the edge of the bed, watching Enzo pour himself a glass of Champagne, when suddenly Enzo freezes. The glint in his silver eyes completely vanishes as his pheromones flood the room, filling every inch with strong coffee and earth, wrapping around Julian, even stronger than the scent of those three men combined. He whimpers, leg tightening as slick runs down his thighs. The realization hits him-- Enzo's unstable pheromones are acting up again. He's in rut. And for som

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 fightin

Julian stands stiffly in the center of Enzo's private floor, the top level of the mansion that feels more like a gilded prison than a home. The space is breathtaking--an open-plan living area with sweeping views of Los Angeles at night. A massive bedroom, and a bathroom larger than his childhood house. But none of it comforts him. A line of estate staff stands before him ; maids, chefs, personal attendants--all watching with careful, knowing eyes. "These are my staffs," Enzo says to him, "And since you belong to me now, they are authorized to offer you any services you might need." He turns to the staff. "Anything he needs, he gets. But he does not leave this floor without my permission." The staff nods in unison, but julian doesn't miss the looks exchanged between them. Whispers have already began to spread through the estate. To them, he is Enzo Moretti's newest obsession -- an Omega who calms the unstable Alpha. The only Omega the boss has allowed into his personal