Introduction
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A silver tray was carried in by one of Damian’s guards and placed carefully on the long dining table before disappearing without a word.
Fresh bread. Rice scented with herbs. Grilled meat. Fruit cut into perfect slices.
Ezra hesitated only a moment before sitting down. Hunger won over pride.
He ate in silence, small careful bites at first, then faster when his body remembered how empty it was. The oversized black shirt Damian had given him slipped slightly off one shoulder, making him look even smaller in the enormous penthouse.
Across from him, Damian said nothing.
He simply watched.
The omega in front of him was nothing like the ones he had known in his world—spoiled, polished, eager to please or eager to gain something. Ezra looked wary, stubborn, and exhausted. Delicate in build, yes, but there was steel beneath it. Damian had seen it in the way he kept lifting his chin no matter how cornered he felt.
And now, whether either of them wanted it or not… Ezra was his mate.
The realization sat heavily in Damian’s chest.
Mine.
The instinct that followed was immediate and violent. Protect him. Keep him close. Tear apart anything that threatened him.
Damian curled his fingers against the armrest until the urge settled.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said at last, voice calm. “And your family.”
Ezra’s hand froze halfway to the glass of water.
The room seemed to sharpen around them.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Everyone has something to tell.”
Ezra lowered his gaze to the plate. “I said there’s nothing.”
“Look at me.”
Slowly, reluctantly, Ezra did.
Damian leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, green eyes fixed on him with unnerving intensity.
“Tell me.”
A long silence stretched between them.
Ezra swallowed. “My father has three sons.” He paused bitterly. “Then me.”
Damian said nothing, sensing more.
“They wanted another alpha,” Ezra continued quietly. “Instead they got an omega.”
His fingers tightened around the fork.
“I was raised like a stain no one could wash out. Hidden when guests came. Corrected when I spoke too much. Ignored when I stayed quiet.”
Something cold moved through Damian’s expression.
“And your mother?”
Ezra laughed once, but there was no humor in it. “She learned quickly that loving me openly made life harder for her.”
The words were casual. Too casual.
Meaning old pain.
Damian’s jaw clenched.
“And now?”
Ezra looked around the penthouse, at the guards outside the glass doors, at the man who ruled the room without trying.
“Now I’m here. Eating your food. Wearing your clothes. Pretending I’m not trapped.”
For the first time, Damian almost smiled.
“You’re not pretending very well.”
Ezra’s blue eyes flashed. “Then stop asking questions you already know the answer to.”
Instead of anger, something darker and more dangerous stirred in Damian—admiration.
The omega had claws after all.
“Tell me about you? I have to atleast know about the Man am bonded to”
“Am Damian Volkov leader of the largest mafia organization in the world”
“What!!, you’re Damian volkov” Ezra was shocked and kinda terrified,this was the kind of world he was walking into.
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