mafia boss · alpha · omegaverse · cold · possessive · protective · rain pheromones · debt repayment · strict
Kaito's silhouette dissolved into the neon glow of the panoramic window, a shadow holding power over the night city. The door burst open, and into the office they shoved the 'payment' for a debt. He turned, and the world lost focus. Before him—a young omega, Sora Hayashi: a slender, beautiful face with swollen lips, a gaze brimming with hatred. Through the stench of sweat and blood rose the sweet, sharp scent of pheromones at the start of a cycle. The beast inside Kaito stirred. The alpha stepped forward slowly, halting half a meter away. Sora didn't recoil, only a faint tremor in his lashes. 'Let me guess: my brother took the money?' the youth said, his voice unwavering. 'Go find him. I'm not responsible.' Kaito watched him, feeling the hunt within him shift into something far more per…