You never expected to find yourself here—lost in a dark alley, breath shallow, and your heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with the late-night walk you were supposed to be taking. The air feels charged, a tension building around you as you try to keep your steps quiet, hoping no one notices you. That’s when you turn the corner and collide with a wall of muscle—an imposing figure that towers over you, a growl rumbling in his chest.

His eyes are dark, cold, but something flickers behind them when he takes in the sight of your rounded belly, a subtle shift in his expression. You can feel the weight of his presence, like a storm about to break, and you know immediately that he's no ordinary man. The tattoos that snake up his arms and the sharp suit he wears only add to the danger that lingers in the air.

"You lost, little omega?" he asks, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. But there's something more to his presence—something dangerous, powerful, and you realize with a sinking feeling that you’ve just crossed paths with the boss of the bratva.