Adom walked behind his mother into the kitchen to greet his dad. He was cooking dinner and was murmuring over the stove, but as he looked up, his eyes widened with glee, and he put his spoon down and rushed to his son's side to pull Adom in a big hug.
"Son! You're back! Wait till your sister sees you." He laughed and pulled away to look Adom up and down.
"Yes, still so pretty, but thin! Have you lost weight? Good thing I cooked a lot," he said with a sigh, patting his seemingly thinner upper arms.
"Stop that, dad," Adom huffed as his eyes darted away shyly.
His dad would always say that when he visited. Of course, they knew he was an omega, and they were very proud of him. They had never shamed him for being an omega and had embraced his second nature. It was just Adom who couldn't live with it. He wished to have the same mentality as them.
"I've been working a lot; maybe that's why I've lost some weight," he said as he put his bag near the door before sitting down at the dinner table, not thinking much of it. His dad looked at him and shook his head.
"You don't need to work part-time, boy; you get money from us monthly, right for your expenses?" He said it with a question in his voice. Adom looked up and felt like he had been found out. He worked to be able to afford those scent neutralizers. He couldn't say that, though, and he laughed a little nervously and thought about what to say now.
"You know, I also want to be able to pay for things myself. Not just your money," he said nonchalantly, like he wasn't just telling a blatant lie.
They didn't need to know he hid his second nature, and everyone had been thinking he was an alpha.
They both, luckily, didn't suspect anything and agreed.
"Well, it's your life; you should have more fun instead of working so much."How's the love life going? Any good-looking alpha around who swooned you off your feet?" Dad continued jokingly and winked at him. Adom darted his eyes around and gulped. What was he supposed to say about that?
He needed to get away from here because the questions were getting more and more personal.
"Okay, I'm going to my room to unpack; call me when dinner is ready!" Adom avoided the question and got up. He waved, grabbed his stuff, and ran up the stairs. He heard his dad chuckle and say something to his mom that he couldn't hear any more as he reached his old bedroom. As he opened the door, he smiled, but it was still the same as always. His bed is in the corner of the room next to his window. He always loved waking up to the chirping of the birds and the sunlight shining in. The old posters on the wall and the action figures he had collected over the years and hadn't taken with him to college still stood tall and proud on his dresser. The mirror with the crack on the left side from when he was so mad and found out he was an omega also wasn't replaced yet. His parents didn't know why it was cracked, though. He dumped his bag on the floor, jumped on his bed face first, and sighed. Adom was happy to be home and just relax and be himself for a while. He had been pretending and ac
"How's school, how's everything?" she grinned and watched Adom winch from her payback. "You know, just normal, doing great in school, and will be finished next year." "ahh... Will you come back home then? It's so lonely without you here." She whined and gave him the biggest puppy eyes she could make. Adom hadn't thought of what he wanted to do after he finished college. Maybe find a job in the city or move back here to find a job here. He would see what the next few months would bring him. He still wasn't sure what he wanted; that's why he also came back here to maybe find some answers and make a life plan. Adom wrapped his arms around his sisters' shoulders and laid his head on them. "hmm... I don't know yet; maybe I'll move back. But just for you then," he winked and grinned at her jokingly. "you sap. Find a mate already!" She slapped him on the head and stood up to jump back on him to fight him before they heard their mother calling them for dinner. Adom was relieved; his si
"Adom, you're back!" Sam said on the other side of the line. Boat was Adom's childhood friend, as they had grown up together in this little town. "Sam! I haven't heard from you in a long time." Adom grinned and laid down on his bed. "Yeah, sorry, I was really busy with work." Adom worked at his father's shop here in town; he never really wanted to study, so this was the best way for him, and he loved it. He was going to take over his father's business later, so why "waste away those college years when you could learn from the best?" he had said. "Let's catch up tomorrow and play some soccer with the other boys. They talked about you last time about wanting to see you again, so let play." "Okay, that sounds good. Afternoon?" "Yeah, I can ask dad if I can get off earlier." "Okay, see you tomorrow! Goodnight." Adom said, and after Sam also wished him a goodnight, he hung up. He dropped his phone next to his pillow and connected it to the charger he had pulled out of his back. He d
"He seems to like you. Not that usual," the man chuckled as he saw the dog enjoying Adom's caress. "Haha, well, first, I like dogs, but dogs don't seem to always like me too." He smiled up at the man and stood back up. "Sorry, I'm a bit rude. My name is Adom." He reached out his hand and greeted the man. "I'm Seth." The suited man said, greeted him with a smile, and shook his hand. "You live around here?" Seth said this and squinted his eyes. "ah! Well, my parents live here; I'm back home for the holidays." Adom said it with a smile. He had never seen this man here before, but he hadn't been home for a long time, so maybe he had moved here in the meantime. "You live around here too?" he asked out of curiosity. "Yes, we moved here six months ago." "Ah, okay, well, nice meeting you. And the cute dog!" He said this and looked at his watch. He saw that it was almost 9 a.m. and they had agreed to eat breakfast together with the family, so he had to hurry. "I'm sorry I have to hurr
When lunchtime hit, mom made them sandwiches, and Adom left right after that to meet up with his friends. He took his old bike out of the garage and sprinted away. The court was only 5 minutes away, and as he arrived, he could already see some familiar faces. His face lit up as he approached them after he had locked his bike. "Hey!" they yelled in union as Adom hugged them and laughed. "Hello to you too. It's been awhile," Adom said, approaching Sam. "Well, you left us! We meet up here every week to play; we have to become just as good as you," Sam joked and slapped Adom back. "Okay, if you practiced so hard, let's play then! Show me if you've improved."Adom challenged them with a glint in his eyes as he grabbed the ball and walked to the middle of the field. They made teams and started the game. Adom had missed this as he was passing the ball around. In college, he didn't have time to play, and most people he knew didn't play soccer either. They played around for some time, and
“Boss, I'm back.” Seth said as he walked into Sebestian's study that the little dog waggled inside after him and sat himself before the boss. Sebestian looked up, his eyes stern and his gaze fixed on his second in command. “Good, let's go. They found the man who has tried to meddle with our business. Let’s hear him out.” Sebestian said it with a dark look and a smirk on his face. As he stood up and buttoned his suit jacket, he almost moaned. That smell. Where did it come from? It was a sweet mix between cinnamon and apple, and his Alpha inside perked up and became restless. He looked around and sniffed. He couldn’t place it and didn’t know where it came from. “Do you smell that?” he asks. “what smell. I don’t smell anything.” Seth said this and looked at his confused boss. He had never seen him act like this. Ever. They had moved here with the gang over six months ago, and this was the first time he saw the boss out of character. His usual demeanor cracked, and a soft smile could b
They were heading to one of the abandoned warehouses at the back of the little town. As they drove, Sebestian couldn’t stop thinking about that amazing smell. He had never been that caught off-guard, and it made him feel things he had never felt. Was this his smell? He had never believed in something like fated pairs, and he thought people were just exaggerating with the stories and how you would know by smell that someone was your mate. Now he was questioning those "made-up stories. This smell was one of a kind, and he had never smelled anything like it before. Was this his smell? And where did it come from? His alpha was very happy with the smell, and he wanted to know who that smell belonged to. If only Sebestian knew the source of the smell, his inner Alpha wanted him to find out about the person who smelled so good. But the main question is: how? Sebestian definitely knew no one of his subordinates was his mate because he knew them all and had never smelled this on them. The sme
Seth drove them back to the main mansion, the Sebestian main house. As they were driving through the little town, their Sebestian Alpha instinct perked up again. That smell! It was here again. Sebestian eyes darted around out the window of the car and tried to look for the person with that amazing smell. The only thing he could see was the park and a lot of people out playing. Who was it? He almost ordered Seth to stop the car, but they were driving too fast. He had his window rolled down to keep smelling that apple-cinnamon smell he would most definitely get addicted to. His mind was still lingering on that scent as they drove up the long driveway with the tall trees on each side. The big white mansion appeared before them. It was closed off and could not be seen from the village, and no one would come here, and no one knew that a mansion like this was in the woods. That’s why he loved this place, and that's why they moved here with the gang. It was easier to operate from here, and no
Alex sighed happily when he heard Win's little yawn next to him. It had been one month since Win moved in with him, and Alex had never been happier in his life. It was a realization he had not long after Win moved in. He loved Win. He loved him, and having him next to him all day was a gift to him. As he expected, the plan had worked out perfectly. Win boss Mrs. Rile had closed the studio days after Alex's visit. He remembered how sad Win sounded when he called him that night, telling him his boss had fired him and was closing the makeup studio. When Alex asked him if he wanted to move in with him, he was sure Win would say yes before he got the actual response from his dear boyfriend. The first thing he told Win when he moved in was that he didn't need to find another job; the only thing that he needed to do was be there for Alex. Between Win's smile at his words and the friendship that grew between him and his sister Emma, he was sure Win would be staying with him permanently. "
"Fuck," Alex cursed when Win closed the door on his face and started to run away. He wasn't going to stand there like the first time. This time, he was going to get Win and try to explain himself. Quickly, he opened the door and started to run to the front door, praying Win was still inside the mansion and not running away like a crazy man on the streets of the city in the middle of the night. Seconds later, when he was nearing his destiny, he let out a sigh of relief when he heard Win's voice, which sounded angry and desperate. When he turned to the front hallway, he saw Win with his brother Mike. "Let me go," Win muttered, trying to free himself from Mike's strong grip. "Let me go, or I'll kick you in the balls. Alex knows how good I am at that; go ask him." "Um, you are feisty." Mike smirked at him. "I see why my brother likes you," he said, tightening his grip on Win. "Let me go, you stupid monkey!" Win whined as he punched Mike in the ribs. The other man hissed in pain but st
Win sighed and relaxed when he heard Alex closing the door of his loft, leaving his place. He was conflicted, to say the least. On one hand, he was about to go on a date with Alex, the head of the Mafia, the most powerful and dangerous man in all of the city. Alex was not a good person; he knew that. Alex killed, tortured, and broke the law, probably on a daily basis. He was ruthless and cold; he intimidated people, as he witnessed mere minutes ago, when the poor boy, man?... Win didn't remember his name, but with just a couple of words, Alex made the poor man run away, scared, in just his underwear. But... On the other hand, Win had never connected with someone like he had with Alex. All week he tried to forget about him—about his mouth against him, his strong hands on his waist, his dominant touch on his body. Win had wanted to see him again, to get to know him, but when he found out he slept with Alex, he panicked and ran away. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit a tw
"Fuck me, fuck me, c'mon," the man under Alex screamed in pleasure as he pounded him into the mattress, the whole bed shaking with the force of Alex's thrusts. "Shut up," Alex ordered, placing his hand on the man's neck, making him face the mattress, and muffling his babbling. The man he was currently fucking obeyed Alex's commanding tone and took every brutal, pleasurable thrust of Alex's hips. "Slut," Alex groaned, feeling himself close to his orgasm. The man he was currently fucking was beautiful, his skin tan, his body slim but muscular and strong, his hair dark, but he wasn't winning. In fact, Alex couldn't remember his name. Win had entered Alex's mind in such a way that he just couldn't forget him since he saw him that night. A now Alex had dedicated the last nights of life to fuck any man he saw who reminded him of Win, neither of them were nearly as good as the original, though. Thrusting a couple of times, Alex came shuddering. When he felt the other man tightening aro
26 YEAR LATER: Alex, an Alpha and head of the most powerful, biggest mafia group in the city, entered the club like he owned the place. On his sides were his cousin, brother Mike, and friend Type, his two bodyguards. Alex was very capable of taking care of himself, but he knew he would always be a target. He was 27 years old now; it had been almost five years since he assumed leadership of the biggest Mafia, following his father Sebestian's retirement and departure for a long vacation with his dad Adom. Alex would never forget that day, when he arrived at his house and found his dad hugging his father's, and they had already packed their things and were ready to leave. Since that day, Alex has been the leader and has taken over his father's position. He had killed more people than he could count trying to find any enemy, tortured as many, and he was sure he wouldn't stop until he found all enemies and killed them with his bare hands. He smirked when he started to notice the stares
Adoms walked softly to Sebestian's office. He pressed his ear against the closed door and only heard Sebestian's voice. He figured he had to be alone, and the meeting he had with his closest security members must have ended. Slowly, he opened the door and realized he was wrong. There, in his husband's office, were at least a dozen men, all dressed in black tuxedos. His face heated when he felt all of their gazes directed at him. "Beautiful, hi," Sebestian smiled at him from the other side of the room. "We are having a little bit of a problem over here; wait outside, please." Adom looked at the screen reflected on the wall; there was a photo of a man he actually knew. He and Sebestiab had talked about him a few nights ago. His name was Ram, and apparently he had messed with their security cameras on the mansion and other properties. It was no secret that Ram was a close ally to the other mafia family. Luckily for them, Sebestian's team had caught the bug on the cameras and were able
"Sebestian, not here!" Adom whined. Adom cooked dinner while Sebestian pressed up against his back. He wrapped his hands around his hips, caressing his skin under his shirt. Sebestian kissed a trail down from his neck to his shoulder that made Adom shiver. When Sebestian kissed him in such a manner that caused him to lose control of his body, the spoon he was holding began to tremble in his hand. "She's asleep now. Just a quickie," Sebestian whispered in his ear and grinned when Adom leaned back against him. Sebestian hands wandered up Adom's body and circled the already hardening nipples. "Your smell gives you away, and you know I can feel your emotions now." Adom shuddered under Sebestian's touch and moaned when Sebestian sucked a dark spot on his neck. He dropped the spoon and turned the stove off. He turned around in Sebestian's grasp and connected their lips. "Okay, but be fast!" Adom warned, and Sebestian nodded against his lips. He didn't know how fast he opened his pants a
FIVE YEAR LATER: His big brown eyes stared into the mirror as his hand fixed his bowtie. His hand trembled a bit, and you could hear the ragged breath the man was taking. Fingers nervously fixed his suit jacket and flattened out every fold there could be. It had to be perfect. The soft giggle that neared the room pulled him out of his trance, and the door was pushed open by little chubby fingers. "Daddy!" a little voice yelled, and her little legs carried her over and into the man's arms. "Hey there, little girl." He whispered into the giggling girls' ears. She gripped his suit and wrinkled it, probably, but he didn't mind it. She could do anything she wanted to him; that's how much he loved her. "You look so beautiful! Has your dad seen you yet?" He stroked his fingers through her dark hair and felt the little bows that had been precisely placed at the end of every braid. Little brabbles slipped past her lips, which made Adom only laugh more. The only thing she had been able to s
"Hey there, baby girl." Adom whispered, and he stroked his fingers through her black hair as she lay content on his chest. Her little fist balled against his chest as she smacked her lips. Adom couldn't stop looking at her, and with all the little noises she made, he would coo at her and stroke her back softly. He couldn't stop looking at how perfect she was. He had counted her little toes and fingers over and over again, and all the time he would finish at ten. He had just finished feeding her, and her eyes were drooping as they lay in comfortable silence in the big private room in the hospital. Sebestian really didn't spare a cent on their stay, and he had been the perfect man for the past few days. He was so in love with his little daughter that he couldn't stop kissing her. And would cradle her softly in his arms while humming a song to her as she fell asleep in his arms most of the time. Adom was now only with her in the silent room, and he basked in her oh-so-sweet baby scent. H