Kent Lucchese was a 32 year old crime lord, running one of the country’s most dangerous underground mafia. He was a cold enigma, always wearing a scowl amongst his features.
He was rich and had all the power any man would want, so he didn’t have time for—or care—about being in a relationship. Here had been countless occasions where his female and omega male employees would try to sleep with him; Kent always harshly turned them down.
On a dangerous mission, Kent was shot in the side of his chest. Though his injuries were deadly, he was forced to take a couple weeks off to heal. He was pissed.
Kent’s team hired him a personal doctor to take care of him while he was out on break. His doctor was a pretty, omega male with the daintiest, little body he had ever seen.
His doctor’s name was Emery, and he was 19 years old. It had been a goddamn decade since Kent had wanted to fuck someone, but he just couldn’t help himself around the sweet omega.
During the last week of Kent’s break, he slept with Emery. The sweet boy had been a virgin, yet he had done so good; Ken’s hadn’t regretted any part of it.
Until Emery told him he was pregnant.
Kent was too goddamn old to start a family, especially with a 19 year old boy. He was 32 years old, for Christ’s sake; but he promised Emery he’d help take care of the child when he looked into the little boy’s innocent, tear-filled eyes.
The mafia boss supported Emery financially, and tried his best to support him emotionally—Kent wasn’t used to being in a relationship, if that even was what he could call it.
Emery moved in with him not long after, turning Kent’s whole goddamn life upside down.
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Emery had recently entered the 2nd trimester of his pregnancy. To say it was hell was an understatement. Emery’s hormones made him more sensitive, and he cried over every, little thing.
Kent tried being comforting to the omega as best as he could, but he was so fucking tired—he couldn’t even imagine how Emery felt, the sweet boy having it so much worse.
Sensitivity wasn’t the only problem, Emery’s belly was growing, causing him to grow out of most of his clothes. He had to buy baggy, maternity clothes that earned him disgusted looks whenever he went out.
Kent found himself changing a lot too, in more ways that he could handle.
The Mafia boss was so careful with Emery’s body. He always had the urge to rub his omega’s baby bump—to feel his pup’s little kicks.
Due to Kent being an enigma with a pregnant omega, he started becoming very possessive. He needed to scent Emery at least once a day, pressing his face into the boy’s scent glands and releasing a dizzying amount of pheromones.
Kent found himself obsessed with the fact that it was his pup that was inside Emery.
He became very protective of Emery, glaring and growling at any alpha or enigma that looked at Emery for more than he felt comfortable with. Kent became territorial as well, always making sure that Emery was drowning in the older male’s pheromones.
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Kent’s team, which consisted of Kent himself and 4 alpha males—Collin, Miles, Grey, and Aiber—went to Kent’s house to have a meeting because Kent could no longer leave Emery alone by himself.
As soon as the four alphas stepped into the enigma’s apartment, they were immediately hit with a mixture of Emery and Kent’s pheromones. The whole place was flooding with them.
Even while Emery was still sleeping in his room, all of the guys could smell how much Emery reeked of Kent’s territorial pheromones and his own.
“Kent, holy shit.” Collin coughed, looking up at his boss.
“How many times do you scent him a day?” Aiber questioned, all of them growing a bit dizzy from how much of Kent’s possessive pheromones Emery was covered in.