All Chapters of The Omega Claimed by Two Rival Crime Lords: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HanaThe first sign my suppressant had failed was that every alpha in the ballroom smelled edible.The second was that Luca De Santis looked across a room full of armed wolves and stared at me as if I did too.His amber gaze caught mine between the crystal chandeliers and didn't let go. He stood with the Italian delegation, one hand in his pocket, his black bow tie already loose at his throat. I knew his arrest history, his offshore holdings, and the names of three restaurants he'd acquired by forgiving the wrong men's debts. None of my research had warned me what one slow sweep of his eyes could do to my breathing. Heat gathered beneath my silk blouse. Six hours too early.I lowered my tablet before Luca could see my hand shake. The screen displayed a refrigerated shipment worth one hundred eighty-six thousand dollars. According to the invoice, it had left Red Hook that afternoon. According to the harbor records, the container didn't exist. One threat at a time. I opened the medicati

KenjiHana's scent turned the ballroom into a room full of loaded guns.I knew the instant each alpha caught it. Breathing changed. Wolves pressed close enough to the surface that eyes flashed and hands curled. The air filled with aggression, hunger, and the ugly calculation of men discovering something rare enough to justify bloodshed.My wolf had no interest in calculation.Mate.The word struck through bone. Hana stood behind my shoulder, close enough that her heat wrapped around me in dark spice and winter rain. Every breath drew her deeper into me. My body hardened with a need so immediate I nearly hated her for inspiring it, then hated myself for allowing the thought.For six years, I had known when she entered a room without looking. I had called it vigilance because the alternative would have required questions I had not permitted myself to ask. Now my wolf showed me the truth with brutal simplicity: I had spent six years circling my mate without knowing her scent.Luca De San

LucaThe dead man had no wallet, no phone, and no scent I could trust.He lay beside the ruined dining table while red emergency lights painted the penthouse in alternating shades of blood and shadow. Chemical blocker covered whatever his wolf might have told us. The hospital soap underneath it remained, clean and sweet enough to make the back of my tongue taste wrong.Emi photographed his hands before Kenji searched him. Hana sat against the wall with a folded napkin pressed to her cheek. She had refused the chair I offered and the order Kenji hadn't quite given. Heat colored her skin, but her attention stayed on the access module balanced across her knees.“Don't move him until I finish the chain-of-custody record,” she said.Kenji paused with two fingers inside the dead man's jacket. “He attempted to murder you.”“That makes the evidence more useful, not less.”“She has a point,” I said.“Your agreement weakens it.”I crouched beside the body. “Cruel. Accurate, but cruel.”The atta

HanaDead people created terrible accounting problems.They stopped signing checks, collecting salaries, or paying taxes. Their passwords expired. Their names stayed behind on property records and beneficiary forms, where a patient investigator could find them. A person who wanted to hide a living woman inside a dead one's paperwork had to keep making choices, and every choice left a number.“Was Sofia's body recovered?” I asked.Luca remained near the windows. “The warehouse fire left bone fragments. Dental records matched.”“Did you see the report?”“I saw what my uncle gave us.”Kenji retrieved a chair from the undamaged side of the table and set it behind me. This time I used it. The relief from touching them had lasted, though my skin remained too tight for my body.“Tell me about the route,” I said.Luca looked toward the dead attacker. “Now?”“Especially now. Someone paid men through the same charity to take me alive or kill anyone who interfered. I don't believe in coincidence

HanaKenji watched the image of his father without blinking. His body had gone rigid beside mine, grief and fury locked behind the same discipline that made other men fear him. I wanted to touch him. The urge surprised me more than the heat did. Kenji never looked as though he needed anything, yet the bond carried the truth of it: he needed an anchor before his father pulled the ground from beneath him.The camera had reduced Masaru Sato to gray light and hard angles, but no poor resolution could disguise him. He wore the same dark coat he'd arrived in at the summit. Aiko stood beside him with her keys gripped between both hands.Luca broke the silence. “I assume this is where you tell us the footage has been altered.”“It hasn't,” Kenji said.He didn't defend Masaru. That frightened me more than anger would have.I replayed the final minute. Masaru entered the clinic behind Aiko. Neither appeared again. The rear camera had been removed, leaving two wires hanging from the brick. If th