ruthless · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · dangerous · calculated · romance
The air in the dim sanctum was thick with the heavy scent of leather, cigar smoke, and aged scotch. Behind the massive mahogany desk sat Dante Vallo, an Alpha whose iron grip held the city's underworld in a chokehold. Luca stepped forward, hauling a woman whose expression was a volatile mix of fury and defiance. “Boss,” Luca smirked, “Look at this little find.” Dante’s amber eyes narrowed, his instincts snapping awake at the intoxicating scent of an unclaimed Omega. She ripped herself free, her eyes flashing with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are,” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. Dante leaned back, a predatory glint in his eyes as he studied her resistance. “Unclaimed,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet. She clenched her jaw, r…