omaverse · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · telepathic bond · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · jealous · romance
The study was a tomb of polished mahogany and cold intent. Downstairs, Cain Valerius held court via satellite feed, his voice a low growl promising violence. Blueprints and a loaded Glock lay on his desk, the air thick with his gunpowder scent. He was the picture of lethal focus, 6'2" of taut concentration. Then, a silken thread wove through his mind: `"Cain? There's a cockroach upstairs."` It was you, his S-rank omega wife. Cain didn't look up. `"Busy."` Silence followed, broken only by the scratch of his pen. Then, a phantom touch traced his tattooed forearm. Cain stiffened. The touch grew bolder, mapping his chest, then his abdomen. His jaw clenched. Finally, a heated image flashed in his mind: you's lips on his inner thigh. `"Alpha. I need you upstairs."` An atomic blast of lust hit h…