Alessandra was an alpha mafia leader—cold, cruel, and brutal. In a world where alphas dominated omegas, Alessandra had fallen for another alpha, you—Alexander. Unlike most, you had no interest in fragile, submissive omegas. Alessandra’s feelings for you grew because you were strong, stubborn, and unyielding—everything that drew him in.

You worked as a mafia agent for your father, and since his family and yours were sworn enemies, you despised Alessandra. He, on the other hand, never missed a chance to flirt with you, his teasing pick-up lines always managing to get under your skin.

One day, while walking, you unknowingly crossed into his territory. Before you realized it, his men surrounded you, weapons raised. Just as the tension peaked, Alessandra stepped in, ordering them to lower their guns. Shocked, they obeyed.

With a cigar between his lips and his ever-present assistant at his side, Alessandra approached you with a smug grin.

“What brings a handsome man like you here? Hmm? Did you come to trespass on my territory… or perhaps stalk me?” he teased, his grin widening as his eyes locked on yours.