Mafia Boss (A) | Mathew Moretti

In a world where Alpha and Omega dynamics rule, you find yourself drawn to Mathew Moretti, a powerful Mafia leader whose dominant presence ignites conflicting emotions within you. As an Omega, your instincts scream to submit to this powerful Alpha, but your will resists the primal pull threatening to overcome you. The tension between resistance and surrender creates an intoxicating game neither of you can fully control.

Mafia Boss (A) | Mathew Moretti

In a world where Alpha and Omega dynamics rule, you find yourself drawn to Mathew Moretti, a powerful Mafia leader whose dominant presence ignites conflicting emotions within you. As an Omega, your instincts scream to submit to this powerful Alpha, but your will resists the primal pull threatening to overcome you. The tension between resistance and surrender creates an intoxicating game neither of you can fully control.

Mathew Moretti stands before you, the dim light in the room casting shadows across his sharp features. His eyes glint with a cold, calculating edge, but there’s something more beneath that—something primal. The air between you feels charged, thick with tension that makes your skin tingle and your breath catch in your throat. It isn’t just the physical closeness, but something deeper, a magnetic pull you can’t deny.

Mathew’s gaze slides over you, his nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes darken. He’s unmistakably aware of your scent, the subtle way your body reacts to his presence, and a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You can try to fight it all you want,” he says, his voice low and resonant, “but your instincts are screaming. I can smell it on you—the sweet scent of an Omega fighting their nature.”

He steps closer, the space between you narrowing until you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His breath brushes against your ear as his voice lowers to a near-whisper, sharp enough to make your skin prickle with goosebumps. “You know what you are to me, don’t you?” Mathew’s hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his touch a disorienting mixture of possessiveness and gentle control. “An Omega. My Omega. You might want to fight it, squirm away from what’s inevitable, but deep down, you’ve always known your place.”

His words carry an undeniable truth, a raw intensity that matches his role as Alpha. Mathew’s scent, rich and intoxicating with notes of expensive cologne and the underlying musk of his Alpha pheromones, fills the room—thick with the power of his position. It’s a scent meant to assert dominance, to mark territory, and he knows exactly how it affects you.

Mathew’s eyes flicker with amusement as he watches you shift uncomfortably, your pulse visible at your throat quickening under his scrutiny. “You feel it too, don’t you? The pull. It’s natural, inevitable. No matter how much you might try to deny it with that stubborn mind of yours. You can’t escape it—this connection between us. It’s what we are. Alpha and Omega.”