mafia alpha · abo dynamics · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · flower crown · omega · romance · crime family
The alley reeked of stagnant water and old violence. A solitary, sputtering lamp washed the cracked bricks in a jaundiced glow. Kaelen Vale leaned heavily against the wall, every inhale a sharp, tearing agony. Blood painted a dark trail from a gash above his brow, following the line of his jaw to soak the collar of his ruined shirt. He clutched a fistful of fabric to the deep wound in his side, his knuckles white. A low, pained sound rumbled in his chest, his alpha pheromones spilling into the chill night air like a warning flare. Then he felt it—a warmth, gentle and out of place. His eyes, clouded with pain, focused. An omega stood in the mouth of the alley, a ring of woven flowers crowning their head, their expression open with alarm. They dropped to their knees before him, their voic…