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His Mafia Prince

-I could hurt them. I could kill them all, but not you. If it were up to me, you'd never see a drop of your own blood again.– *** Destiny is an unpredictable force that no one can control. This is especially true for Tyler, a homeless omega who lives in shelters and works odd jobs to get by. When a rogue Alpha attempts to kill him, Tyler's life takes a turn for the worse. However, things get even more complicated when Sasha, an Alpha, and powerful figure in the mafia, takes an interest in him. Despite Tyler's reservations, he is forced into an arrangement with Sasha, and over time his initial distrust begins to fade. But their relationship is tested when the rogue Alpha reappears, revealing secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Caught in the middle, Tyler and Sasha must choose between confronting the demons of their past or risking everything they've built together.

Bistas_She · LGBT+
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222 Chs

Fiesty Little Omega

(WESLEY)

I scowl. "Justin is just a friend. I already told you."

"You told me a lot of things, Wes. And most of them are lies." He turns to face away from me.

I hurry around him so that he can stop walking or run into me. "Jericho, why are we here? In this room staying together? Why?"

"Would you rather I take you straight to Sasha, huh?" He is trying so hard to be mad, cold and angry. But he can't stop looking at my lips.

I move closer to him and he stiffens. "No, of course not. I don't want to fight with you. I missed you, Jericho. Didn't you miss me?"

He shakes his head.

"If that were true, then you wouldn't be so mad at me. I move even closer. "Touch me, Jericho. Please. I want you to."

A shudder ripples through him and he lets out a shaky breath. "You've already done enough damage, Wesley. Stop."

"I don't want to damage you. I…I" I whisper, sliding my arms around him. "I want to heal you. Let me."