Introduction

Tyrone Russo – 29 years old (Dominant Alpha)

The feared mafia leader. Ruthless, powerful, and consumed by darkness. Everyone bows to him—except the one person fate bound to his side.

Remy Martins soon to be Russo– 21 years old(Submissive omega)

An innocent, shy, and gentle omega. Forced into an arranged marriage with Tyrone, he appears fragile… but his quiet strength may be the only thing capable of softening a monster’s heart.

Alexi Ricci – 28 years old (Dominant Alpha)

Tyrone’s closest friend and partner in crime. Dangerous, cunning, and equally feared, but hides his sharp edges behind a teasing, playful persona. A notorious playboy—yet his heart secretly beats for Oliver.

Oliver Russo – 21 years old(Omega)

Tyrone’s younger brother. Charismatic, warm, and quick to befriend Remy. Despite his bright personality, he hides a secret—his secret love for Alexi Ricci.

Lillian Russo- 66 years old(Omega)

Grandmother to Tyrone and Oliver. Strong-willed and loving, she raised them after their parents’ deaths. Determined to honor her late daughter-in-law’s wish: to see Remy and Tyrone united in marriage.

Liam Martins- 44 years old(Omega)

Remy’s omega mother. Gentle but resilient. Years ago, he made a promise with Tyrone’s mother—to bind their families through marriage. A vow that the now seals Remy’s fate.

Anto Rills - 21 years old(Beta)

He will be become Remy and Oliver supportive friend

**Prologue **

The underground of the Russo Group headquarters was alive with the sound of agony. A man’s raw screams bounced off the cold concrete walls, breaking into choked sobs as blood dripped from his torn lips. The single bulb above him flickered, casting long, shifting shadows.

He was tied to a chair, his body broken, his spirit cracking. Around him stood the two most feared men in the city—Tyrone Russo, the mafia boss everyone bowed before, and his childhood friend and partner, Alexi Ricci.

Tyrone stood tall, his sleeves rolled up, a knife glinting in his hand. His face was unreadable, his dark eyes colder than death itself. Beside him, Alexi leaned casually against the wall, smirking, spinning a bloodied ring between his fingers as though this were nothing more than a game.

“You killed five of my men,” Tyrone’s voice was calm, but it vibrated with restrained violence. He crouched so his face was level with the intruder’s, the knife’s edge pressing lightly against his cheek. “So tell me… who sent you?”

The man’s chest heaved. His eyes darted frantically between Tyrone’s chilling glare and Alexi’s mocking grin. He shook his head, lips sealed in fear.

Alexi chuckled and moved forward, gripping the man’s jaw hard enough to make his teeth clack together. “Wrong answer. Try again. Or would you prefer I cut out that stubborn tongue and hang it on the wall?”

The man let out a strangled cry. “Please… please, no more—”

“Then talk,” Tyrone snapped, his patience thinning. The knife dug deeper, drawing a thin line of blood.

Finally, the intruder broke. His words came out in a desperate gasp:

“Dante Moretti! It was Dante Moretti!”

The name echoed in the chamber, heavy and venomous.

Tyrone’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened, a storm building behind them. Dante Moretti—a rival boss. Ambitious. Reckless. Foolish enough to provoke him.

Alexi let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Dante, huh? Guess the bastard’s tired of breathing easy.” He leaned close to the intruder’s ear and whispered, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Too bad you won’t be around to watch what happens next.”

The man’s scream was cut short. Silence fell, broken only by the sound of footsteps as Tyrone turned away, already done with him.

Before the body was even dragged out, Tyrone’s secretary appeared at the doorway, her face pale. She avoided looking at the mess on the floor.

“Boss,” she said cautiously. “Your grandmother is waiting in your office.”

Tyrone froze. His grip tightened on the knife still in his hand. He already knew why she had come. For weeks now, Lillian Russo had pressed him about one thing—a marriage arranged long ago, a promise to a woman who was no longer alive.

Behind him, Alexi laughed softly. “Oh, this I have to see. The demon of the underworld about to be lectured by Grandma. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to remind you how cute you looked when she scolded you.”

Tyrone shot him a glare sharp enough to silence most men. But Alexi only grinned wider.

Upstairs, in the vast office lined with glass and shadows, Lillian Russo sat elegantly, her back straight despite her age. She had been both mother and father to Tyrone and his younger brother, Oliver, since their parents’ deaths. And Tyrone knew—knew in his bones—that there was only one person alive he could never refuse.

“Tyrone,” she said firmly as he entered. Her eyes softened for only a heartbeat before hardening again. “The time has come. In two weeks, you will be married.”

He said nothing, only leaned back in his chair, jaw tightening. Refusal wasn’t an option. Not with her. Not when she spoke of promises tied to his late omega mother, Rino.

When Lillian finally left, escorted to her car, she

lingered for a moment, staring at the night sky.

“Rino,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve kept your wish. Your son will not walk alone.”

The car drove into the dark, leaving Tyrone alone in his office—the name Dante Moretti still burning in his mind, and the weight of a marriage he could not escape pressing on his shoulders.

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