Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Purchased Omega : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Marco and Rico drags Eli out from his room, and into the interrogation room behind the mansion, just after dawn. They'd expected at least a fight. Pleading? But there's nothing. Eli, or Elios stays completely calm as he's shoved into the metal chair, his wrists cuffed behind his back. His soft brown curls are messy, pouring against his temple. But his hazel eyes gleam with sick amusement. He doesn't look scared-- only wears a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Enzo stands in front of him, silver eyes burning with barely contained rage. His left arm is bandaged and throbbing, but he ignores the pain. "You're not Eli," Enzo said in a low voice. "So who the fuck are you!?" His skin is still buzzing with the urge to kill after the fight at the container. And if not for those few hours with Julian, he would've pounced long before the bastard was even strapped into the chair. Elios tilts his head, smiling wider. "Took you long enough to figure it out." There's no r

"Full city lockdown," Enzo orders, "Every port, every highway, every safehouse we control. Surveillance on every camera in Los Angeles--traffic, private, even the damn ATMs. Marco, coordinate with our contacts in the police. Rico, mobilize every man we have. I want Elios before sunrise. Alive." As his 'remaining' men slowly file out, Enzo stays standing the middle of his estate, blood boiling at the entire ruckus. If Elios had managed to slip away from his mansion while on lockdown, that means he had more help than Enzo had thought. Moreso, he'd been worried Elios would try to harm Julian as revenge. Thankfully he was safe and sound in his room, though he demanded so many answers that Enzo wasn't ready to answer. He imagines it was Julian that went missing suddenly. Even with his stubborn tendencies-- he would still turn Los Angeles over looking for him. He realizes how unfair he'd been toward Eli, but one Omega for all this turmoil wasn't worth it. Any Omega asides Julian th

"Dear Enzo Moretti, You are cordially invited to an exclusive evening hosted by the city's most influential underworld families. Attendance is by invitation only, and safety is completely assured. You may bring one companion. Formal attire is" mandatory. Your presence is highly expected. Ah, of course. The gala hosted once twice a month, bringing everyone from the underground world, together. Enzo hated attending the galas. Especially the one hosted by the Ashford family --everyone was fake smiles and backhanded comments the entire night. But he needed to be there. The best deals are always struck there, grudges aired, and after the entire mess with Elios, Kane and Peter, Enzo needed to show that he is still on top of things. Moreso, he needs to bring a plus one. His thoughts immediately turn to Julian, who's been locked inside th estate for a week now. Enzo decides he's going take him. -- Later in the afternoon, after rounding up a few zoom meetings, Enzo fi

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 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