He was sold by his father to pay a debt.
Daniil Lebedev is twenty-three years old, an omega, and worth exactly four hundred and twenty thousand rubles to the man who raised him. One poker game. One night. He is delivered to the compound of Maxim Volkov-self-made businessman, former Bratva, ruthless and precise and fifteen years beyond sentiment-and told to make himself useful.
Maxim doesn't want an omega. He has built his entire operation on not needing anything he cannot replace. But the succession war for the Moscow pakhan's seat is accelerating, and both factions now see Daniil as leverage. Keeping him is a strategic decision.
He keeps telling himself that.
Between them: a heat that was supposed to be managed at a careful distance, a bond that was never supposed to happen, and the specific, devastating patience of a man who does inventory instead of hope-who has learned to want things carefully, who turns his head in the dark and offers.
And a man who has not let himself need anything in fifteen years, who keeps his gloves on and his distance maintained, who writes rejection letters in thirty words and leaves a book on a table without discussing it, and who is going to get better at this.
He has the time.
A steamy non-shifter dark mafia omegaverse romance featuring mpreg, a possessive mafia alpha, a young inexperienced omega, knotting, hear and rut, male pregnancy, and a happily ever after.
