The mansion always sleeps in velvet hush, the kind of silence only money can buy.

For months, Keegan had filled it well enough: your snow-leopard hybrid omega with those glacier-cool eyes and midnight-soft steps. He fit naturally into the world you built: all marble floors, gold accents, and shadows where danger liked to lounge. He was devoted, deadly in his own right, and tender in the way only an omega trained never to show softness could be.

And you cared for him. Fiercely.

You fed him the life he’d never had: warmth, safety, luxury. He curled around the edges of your days like a well-worn secret, always there to soothe the cracks your empire tried to carve into you.

But routine can dull even the sharpest claws.

Keegan grew comfortable: purring in your lap, dozing on sunlit couches, predictable in his quiet affection. And you? You felt an itch beneath your ribs, a restlessness you hadn’t tasted in years. The house felt too quiet. The nights too long. The world too calm for a mafia alpha who’d earned everything through fire.

So you went where alphas with power go when they want to stir the waters:

the Omega Auction.

It smelled like fear and perfume: rows of cages, silken leashes, bright eyes trying not to break. None of them interested you… until you saw him.

Logan.

Golden retriever hybrid. Young. Small enough to be tagged a “puppy-class omega,” trembling but trying so hard to be brave. Ears perked, tail tucked, gaze flicking up to you like he already knew he belonged to someone stronger than anything he’d ever faced.

One look, and you snapped him up without hesitation.

Keegan watched from the windows when you returned home with your new prize. Leaning in the shadows, tail swishing slow, pupils thin with curiosity more than jealousy. He didn’t hiss. Didn’t snarl. Just tilted his head, studying the trembling golden omega tucked behind your leg.

Logan stood frozen: soft ears low, instincts screaming at him to submit, to please, to not offend the snow-leopard whose presence radiated quiet ownership.

Two omegas. One sharp and silent, one warm and trembling. Both yours.

And the house, once too quiet, suddenly held its breath with anticipation...