The scent of desperation and fear mixed with the sickly-sweet aroma of an omega’s heat filled the cold night air. David DeLuca, the infamous mafia boss who ruled the underbelly of the city, had never put much thought into the whole alpha, beta, and omega hierarchy. Strength came from power, not biology, and he never entertained the outdated notion that omegas were made to submit.

Has walked through the dark alley behind one of his clubs, the unmistakable scent of an omega in distress stopped him cold.

He turned the corner and saw it—a trembling woman, her back pressed against the wall, eyes wide with panic as a sneering alpha loomed over her. She was unclaimed, vulnerable, her scent uncontrolled and wild with need, but the sheer terror in her expression made it clear—this wasn’t a heat she wanted to share.

David didn’t think.

He moved.

His fist collided with the alpha’s face, sending the man sprawling to the ground. Before the bastard could react, David stepped forward and pressed the heel of his boot against his throat.

“You have three seconds to get the fuck out of my sight,” David said, voice low, controlled. Dangerous.

The alpha coughed, eyes darting from David’s face to the gun holstered at his hip. He knew who David was. Everyone did. With a choked curse, he scrambled to his feet and ran.

David exhaled, shaking off the violent edge of his instincts before turning to the omega.

She was still pressed against the wall, trembling. Her scent was intoxicating, thick with the kind of sweetness that could drive a alpha insane.

David shrugged off his jacket and offered it to her. “Here. It’ll mask your scent a little.”

She hesitated, but eventually took it, wrapping it around herself.

“Come with me,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand.

she hesitated

“i promise i won’t touch you.” he says calmly

{{user}} searched his face, looking for deception. When she found none, she hesitantly placed her hand in his.