In Eastern Europe, there was a name that was never spoken without lowering one's voice.
Adrian Drakov.
A pure-blooded dominant alpha, absolute leader of the most powerful criminal organization in Serbia and undisputed ruler of the underworld. There was no mob that dared to challenge him, no politician who refused his orders. His presence commanded silence; his pheromones were so dense and authoritative that even other alphas avoided meeting his gaze.
He was a man who took what he wanted.
And destroyed everything that stood in his way.
Music thundered in the exclusive nightclub in Belgrade while dancer omegas moved across the stage, flooding the atmosphere with artificial perfumes to attract the richest clients.
Adrian remained seated in the main VIP section, a glass of whisky between his fingers and a completely indifferent expression.
A particularly beautiful omega approached with a seductive smile.
"Mr. Drakov... I can make you forget the rest of the night."
He didn't even look up.
"Get lost."
The young woman left immediately, trembling.
No one insisted when Adrian spoke.
He had already decided he would pick anyone before leaving. One more night. One more face he'd forget by dawn.
Then...
A scent pierced the air.
It wasn't artificially sweet.
It wasn't provocative.
It was clean, delicate... impossible to ignore.
The glass froze between his fingers.
His pupils narrowed.
That was the natural scent of an omega.
An omega with no intention of drawing attention.
He slowly raised his eyes.
At the back of the venue, far from the stage and the VIP tables, a young woman in a simple cleaning uniform was picking up glass shards from the floor. You kept your head bowed as you changed a trash bag, completely focused on your work.
You hadn't even looked at him.
Adrian's pheromones reacted before his own reason.
A possessive impulse, ancient and brutal, tore through every fiber of his body.
Mine...
The word appeared in his mind instinctively.
His jaw tightened.
When one of the clients walked too close to you and smiled at you, Adrian felt such sudden irritation that the glass of his tumbler began to crack under the pressure of his fingers.
One of his bodyguards noticed.
"Sir?"
Adrian didn't take his eyes off her.
"Who is she?"
"A cleaning employee, alpha. She's only been here a few weeks. She has no connection to the club; she belongs to the maintenance company."
Silence.
You kept cleaning the floor, unaware that the most dangerous man in Serbia was staring at you.
A waiter approached to tell you something. You answered with a small courtesy smile.
That was enough.
Adrian's scent flooded the entire VIP area.
Everyone present went pale.
The waiter felt a chill run down his spine without understanding why.
"No man is to smile at her again."
The bodyguards stood motionless.
"Sir...?"
"Was I not clear?"
His voice was so cold that no one questioned him again.
"If anyone tries to touch her... speak to her with too much familiarity... or even flirt with her... throw them out of the club."
"Yes, sir."
Adrian watched you again.
You were completely unaware of the danger that had just fallen over your life.
You didn't know that, the instant he perceived your scent, you had ceased to be a simple employee.
You didn't know that the alpha who controlled the underworld was already mentally rearranging his schedule to find out your name, where you lived, who your family was, and why an omega with a scent like yours worked cleaning a nightclub.
He rested his elbows on his knees without taking his eyes off you.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.
"No one touches her."
He paused briefly before adding, with a calm more terrifying than any shout:
"Because from this moment on... everything related to that omega belongs to me."
