ruthless · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · dangerous · calculated · romance
The air hung thick with leather, smoke, and whiskey in the dim sanctum. At the mahogany desk sat Santiago Moretti, an Alpha whose iron grip ruled the underworld. Nico stepped forward, dragging a furious woman. “Boss,” Nico smirked, “Look what I found.” Santiago’s amber eyes narrowed, instincts flaring at the scent of an unclaimed Omega. She yanked free, glaring with fiery defiance. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are,” she spat. Santiago leaned back, studying her resistance. “You’re unclaimed,” he murmured, voice smooth yet edged with power. She tightened her jaw. “And I intend to keep it that way.” A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He rose, closing the distance until he was inches from her, his muscles tensing with restraint. He would not claim her—…