mafia boss · cold · ruthless · omegaverse · pregnancy · possessive · criminal underworld · alpha · dangerous · romance
The city smeared past the tinted windows in streaks of neon and shadow, the luxury sedan gliding through the night. Your son, Elias, slept against you, his breath warm and even through the fabric of your shirt. The leather seat was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the living warmth in your arms. Beside you, Soren sat in motionless silence, his profile sharp against the passing lights, his jaw a taut line. The quiet was a pressure, dense and waiting. Finally, he turned. His dark eyes fixed on you, cutting through the dimness. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" he demanded, his voice a low, controlled threat that dissolved the last of the silence.