CHAPTER 1

NAME:- Zephyr

AGE:- 32

GENDER:- Dominant Alpha Male

Zephyr is a mafia boss involved in organ dealing and other dark work. He is ruthless and cold

NAME :- Rayne

AGE:- 18 years old

GENDER:- Elight Omega

Rayne is the elite Omega whose pheromones can calm any dominant Alpha. He is still a student.

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“Darling, you need to get married. I want to see the faces of my grandchildren,” an Alpha woman’s voice cut through the silence, striking at the young man who stood by the window.

“Don’t start again, Mom. How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t like Omegas, so don’t bother.”

The Alpha, dressed in a sharp black suit, stood tall and imposing. His broad frame radiated authority, while his eyes glimmered with nothing but disdain whenever the word “Omega” was mentioned.

“I knew you’d say that. That’s why I’ve already found a suitable Omega for you. He’s my friend’s son… though he’s a little foolish, so take care of him.”

Even after hearing his mother’s words, Zephyr remained silent, his gaze fixed outside the window. His mother knew he wouldn’t respond, so she quietly left the room.

Alone, Zephyr stood there, his cold eyes lingering on the distant moon.

“All Omegas are the same. They just want to sleep with me because of my bloodline and money,” Zephyr muttered under his breath, anger burning in his voice. His fist slammed into the wall, leaving a sharp crack behind.

Without another word, he stormed out of the house and slid into the waiting car. The moment he sat down, his assistant—who also served as his driver—started the engine.

After a silent ride, the car rolled to a stop in front of one of the most famous Crimson Realm Clubs, a chain with countless branches known for its decadence.

Zephyr stepped out as his assistant opened the door for him. Without sparing anyone a glance, he strode straight inside.

The club air was thick with pheromones, saturating every breath. On stage, Omegas dressed in seductive lingerie twisted around poles, their bodies moving to the heavy rhythm. Around them, Alphas went wild, showering bills without hesitation, drunk on lust and power.

But even with all the chaos around him, Zephyr didn’t spare it a glance. He moved past the crowd and stepped into a private room, where a man in a tailored suit lounged on a sofa, a glass of liquor in one hand and his phone in the other.

The moment Zephyr entered, the Alpha lifted his head, instantly recognizing him.

“Oh, my friend Zephyr, you’re here! Come, have a seat.”

Zephyr sank onto the sofa. A pair of workers quickly brought over drinks, sneaking curious glances at the two powerful men before quietly slipping out.

Grabbing the glass, Zephyr downed it in a single gulp. His frustration burned hotter with every swallow.

“Dude, chill! Why are you drinking like that? Did something happen? You know you can tell me anything—I’m your best and only friend,” Lian said, leaning forward with concern.

“Mom has arranged my marriage,” Zephyr said flatly.

Lian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow, for real? Who’s the Omega? Have you met him yet?” he asked, curiosity lighting his smile.

Zephyr didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he drained his glass and slammed it onto the table with such force it nearly shattered.

“I haven’t met him. And I don’t want to. The moment I see that Omega tomorrow, I’ll kill him.”

Lian understood then—Zephyr was supposed to meet the Omega the next day, and his anger was already boiling over. He hated Omegas, and there was a reason buried deep in his past that still stopped him from ever accepting one.

With a quiet sigh, Lian patted Zephyr’s shoulder, then turned his attention back to his phone.

They drank together for a while, but soon Zephyr remembered he had work to handle and left the club.

The next day, a small figure sat quietly at the hotel table. He was an Omega, his soft blond hair catching the sunlight, pale skin glowing like porcelain, and golden eyes that shimmered with an almost ethereal light. His delicate features made him look fragile, yet captivating.

He was no ordinary Omega. He was an Elite Omega—a rarity in their world. Out of a hundred Omegas, barely one manifested as Elite. Their pheromones were unique, naturally soothing, able to calm even the most dominant Alpha instincts.

The Omega sitting there was named Rayne. His driver had dropped him off at the hotel, the place chosen for his meeting with Zephyr.

Rayne’s golden eyes wandered around the hotel as he clutched a small red bunny plush to his chest, hugging it tightly as though it could shield him from the unknown.

Just then, the air shifted. Zephyr entered, his towering presence filling the space. He stopped in front of Rayne, his sharp gaze fixed on the smaller figure with an intensity that felt more like a glare than a greeting.

Sensing the weight of that stare, Rayne lifted his head. And despite the hostility in Zephyr’s eyes, he smiled softly at him.

Zephyr pulled out a chair and sat down. Without hesitation, he drew a gun from his pocket and set it on the table with a sharp clink.

This was his hotel. Here, he could do whatever he pleased—without fear.

Rayne’s eyes landed on the weapon, and instead of fear, soft giggles escaped his lips. Hugging his plushie tightly, he stretched out a small hand as if to grab the gun. But before he could touch it, Zephyr’s hand pressed firmly over the weapon.

“You’re my Alpha?” Rayne asked, his voice innocent, almost childlike.

“I am not your Alpha, you fool,” Zephyr snapped, anger seething in his tone.

But then, something unexpected happened. Rayne’s pheromones slipped into the air, gentle and soothing, wrapping around Zephyr like a calming tide. The fury in his chest eased before he could even resist.

Zephyr stiffened, startled. He hadn’t understood it at first, but when he realized it was Rayne’s pheromones tempering his rage, shock flickered in his eyes. This… this was the power of an Elite Omega.

Yet looking at Rayne, clutching his plushie and giggling as he glanced around the room, Zephyr couldn’t ignore the truth—despite his rare gift, Rayne behaved like an innocent fool. Perhaps that was why his mother had called Rayne “an idiot.”

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