LOGINJulian doesn't wait. The moment the door of the limousine opens, Julian sprints out before Enzo can say another word. The guards all looked shocked to see the Boss' favorite omega coming out of the car in tears. But he doesn't even glance at them as he rushes inside. Julian doesn't take the elevator-- no he take the fucking long stairs, the same one he had complained made his legs hurt when he had to take it during estate maintenance. Because he needed to blow off some steam. By the time he made it to his room, his legs were throbbing-- but the tears had stopped. Good, he doesn't cry. Not even the entire underground world watching him being fucked into oblivion should make him cry. Outside in the hallway, he hears the exact moment Enzo comes in. He respectfully doesn't come to see him, just barks some orders at his guards, before disappearing into his own room. Twenty minutes. That was exactly how long it took for Julian to stay in his room, before he starts matching o
FOUR WEEKS AGO. (chapter 4) You belong to me now, Julian Reid" Enzo declares, voice rough with satisfaction. He tucks himself away and crouches, wiping a thumb across Julian's sweat stained temple. "To use whenever the rut hits. To fuck until you forget your own name. To keep until your scent calms every storm in my blood." He pats his cheek. "Try running again and I won't be so gentle." Julian coughs, chest heaving, cum and spit coating his tongue. The room feels like a luxurious cage, the city lights below mocking his lost freedom Enzo rises, signaling the guards. "Clean him up. Make sure he has everything he needs, I need my toy strong enough to survive what's coming." --- Julian has been tied to the bed for hours, throat scrubbed raw from having that massive cock forced into his mouth. They didn't even give him food or water. Nothing. He'd just lay there, waiting for the inevitable. From outside he heard the guards chatting and laughing about how much fun
Julian feels like his heart is about to implode. No one looks away from their phones, not even once. The Omega companions are staring at him, some of them mock him outrightly, while the other ones seem to pity him. Pity? He hates that expression so damn much. No, he's the one that should be pitying them. Enzo's been good to him. Been sweet the past five days-- he wouldn't do something so cruel to him. Right? An older man seated at the next table accidentally-- or maybe he does it on purpose-- plays his video at full volume. The audio cuts through Julian like a knife. "Please... please let me go, I can't take it anymore." The voice is unmistakably Julian's, desperate and breathless. It goes on for a few seconds, before the man fumbles to mute it. Julian freezes mid-breath, blood draining from his face. That is his voice, he knows it deep in his bones. He would remember that night in the next ten years to come. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying to anyone listening th
Peter stands in front of them, grinning ear to ear like he has a secret that could ruin them. Which technically, he does. His eyes stay locked in Enzo for a beat, before slowly his eyes land on Julian. Oh, oh. This is the first time he's seen the Omega in person, and wow. It's no wonder Enzo's so obsessed. He rakes over Julian with blatant appreciation, before he extends a hand, completely ignoring Enzo. "Well, well. Nice to finally meet the infamous Julian. I've heard so much about you." Peter's gaze drops shamelessly, taking in Julian piece by piece, as though assessing the value of something he'd like to own. "Even more stunning than I thought. Enzo's taste has improved, I see." Enzo's hand tightens on Julian's waist, his pheromones spiking with anger. "Peter," he growls in warning. Peter? He looks older than Enzo-- Julian notes, but with a sharp masculine edge. Peter chuckles, unfazed. "What? Can't a man admire? The tension between the both of them is so
The inside is nothing like the outside. It's a luxury hall yes, but it looks completely empty. Cold, no one would even blink an eye from the outside. But the interior? Julian's jaw drops. It's the most expensive, beautiful thing he's ever seen. Again, he's surprised to see so many younger people here. He had expected old men, white hairs-- but most of them are at MOST, early fifties. A young woman in the corner even looks as young as him, though she appears more like a companion, than the heir to a mafia empire herself. That's when he also seems to realize that almost every alpha is holding a companion, and they're all dressed to impress. It's like a subtle power play of some sort. It should offend him in some way, being paraded around like a trophy. But looking at the other omegas here, he can see exactly why Enzo brought him. He smirks, feeling confident. If Enzo wanted a trophy tonight, Julian would make damn sure he was the brightest one there. He lets Enzo h
Julian arches into it, as embarrassing as it sounds. He went from being an untouched omega to getting railed by Enzo's massive cock every chance he gets. Anyone would fucking get addicted to it. Not when the monster keeping you captive is so damn good in bed. That's what Julian tells himself. That's the reason he gives himself for how restless he feels every time he thinks Enzo would push in. Instead, the Alpha just teases with the blunt head, and pulls away. "I-" Julian is a shivering mess now. "Enzo, just put it in already!" He's a wet, shivering mess. His hole is leaking slick, cock is soaking precum into his shirt. Enzo chuckles darkly behind him, slapping his ass with his massive cock. Before letting it slide through the wet crack, teasing as it catches on the rim, before pulling back. "F-fuck! Enzo, stop... playing!" Julian cries softly, legs trembling. "W-what do you want from me?" "I want you to beg." Stubborn as ever, he shakes his head. "You're the one tha
Enzo and his convoy drives back into the estate at exactly seven am. The household staff stirs around hi-- all shaken from everything that's happened the last week. Enzo dismisses them after a few words, before calling Marco and Rico to his office. "Do a full sweep on every staff in this esta
Enzo returns to the mansion just before dawn, blood seeping heavily through the cloth pressed against his left arm. Enzo can't go to the hospital, he always has his appointments in the estate's fully equipped medical suit. So just a few blocks away from the werehouse, a call has already been made
Julian's eyes snapped open too early. He lies in the guest room bed, staring at the ceiling, the sheets cool against his skin. Every shift of his body reminds him of yesterday's drama. Jaw still tender from where Enzo had gripped it. But it isn't the physical pain that made his eyes snap open.
"Look at him..." A random Beta from the corner mumbles, watching Julian struggle with a crate. He wipes the sweat from his brow, breathing hard under the dim lights of the old warehouse near the Los Angeles River. The air is thick with the smell of rust, seawater, and stale cigarettes. He's be







