The next day... Elias woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring at 6 AM, his body aching like he'd been run over. His tiny frame curled under the massive bed's blankets, and for a moment, he forgot where he was. Then it hit him... the Drago estate, his new job, the twins. His heart raced as he sat up, his head spinning from last night's suppressant dose. The cheap pills left him shaky, and his stomach growled, reminding him he'd barely eaten yesterday.
He rubbed his eyes, his pale skin blotchy from exhaustion, and stumbled to the wardrobe to check his hidden suppressants. The orange bottle was still tucked behind the linens, safe for now. He popped a pill, wincing at the bitter taste, and prayed it would mask his vanilla omega scent.
Down the hall, Dante and Dario's room was a war zone. Clothes littered the floor, and the twins were wrestling over a single sock, their identical faces scrunched in mock anger.
"Give it back, Dario!" Dante yelled, tugging hard.
"It's mine, idiot!" Dario shot back, yanking the sock until it ripped. They both froze, then burst out laughing.
Elias stood in the doorway, his skinny arms crossed, trying to look authoritative. "Young Masters, come on. You need to get dressed for school."
Dante smirked, tossing the torn sock at Elias. It hit his chest, and he flinched.
"Are you going to make us, nanny? You look like you'll fall over if you try to help us,"
"Yeah," Dario added, hopping onto his bed. "Bet you can't even catch us."
Elias sighed, his voice soft but firm.
"I don't need to catch you. No clothes, no breakfast. I'm making pancakes."
The twins paused, glancing at each other. "Pancakes?" Dante said, suspicious. "You better not burn them."
"I won't," Elias said, hoping he sounded confident. He'd made pancakes for Lila a hundred times. "Get dressed, or I'm eating them all."
The twins grumbled but grabbed their school uniforms... black blazers and red ties, looking like mini mafia heirs. Elias helped Dario with his tie, his fingers fumbling from weakness. Dario swatted his hand away.
"I can do it! You're so slow."
"Sorry," Elias mumbled, stepping back. Dante, already dressed, smirked and "accidentally" knocked a glass of water off the nightstand. It shattered, soaking Elias's sneakers.
"Oops," Dante said, not sorry at all. "Clean it up, nanny."
Elias's cheeks burned, but he grabbed a towel from the bathroom, his knees shaky as he mopped the mess. The twins watched, giggling, and Elias felt like a punching bag. He was too tired to argue but he forced a smile.
"I guess Young Master Dante is going to owe me new shoes."
"Huh? You can tell us apart?"
"Isn't it easy?" Elias tilted his head to the side.
"Yeah, right," Dario said, tossing a pillow at him. It hit Elias's shoulder. "The only one who can tell us apart is our father and Gerald," The twins laughed harder.
"Enough," a deep voice said. Gerald stood in the doorway, his suit crisp. "Dante, Dario, behave. Elias, the driver's ready. Breakfast, then school."
Elias nodded, grateful.
"Thanks, Gerald. Pancakes are almost done."
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The kitchen was massive, with gleaming counters and a fridge bigger than Elias's old bathroom. He whipped up pancakes, flipping them till they turned golden brown. The twins ate fast, smearing syrup everywhere, and Dario "accidentally" flicked a piece at Elias's shirt.
"Nice aim," Dante winked at his brother. Elias wiped it off, seeing it as a mistake. The twins grinned, but Gerald's stern look kept them quiet.
As they headed to the car, Elias noticed how empty the mansion felt. Just Gerald, the driver, and a few security guards in black suits patrolling the grounds. There were no maids, no cooks.
"Gerald," Elias said, hesitating, "Why's it just a few employees here? A big place like this..."
Gerald's face stayed neutral. "It's for safety. The master trusts few people. Staff can be... liabilities. You're here because the twins chose you, but trust is earned."
Elias's stomach twisted. Could they trust him, an omega lying about being a beta? He nodded, keeping his face blank, and followed the twins to the car... a sleek black SUV that screamed money.
The driver, a burly man named Marco, opened the door. The twins climbed in, bickering over who got the window seat. Elias sat up front, his duffel bag with his schoolbooks at his feet.
"Marco, can you drop me at college after the twins?" he asked, his voice small. "But, uh, maybe a block from the gate? I don't want... attention."
Marco shook his head.
"No can do, kid. Gerald's orders... drop-offs are at the door. Safety first."
Elias sighed, his heart sinking. The last thing he needed was eyes on him. At the twins' school, a fancy private academy, Dante and Dario hopped out, Dario sticking his tongue out at Elias.
"Don't crash the car, nanny!" Dante called, and they ran off, laughing.
Marco drove to Elias's college, pulling up right at the main gate. The SUV's tinted windows and shiny rims drew stares from students passing by. Elias shrank in his seat, his pale face burning.
"Thanks, Marco," he mumbled, grabbing his bag and slipping out. Heads turned, whispers following him. He'd always been invisible... scrawny, quiet, blending into the background. But today, he felt like a target.
He hurried toward the science building, praying he'd make it to class unnoticed. His luck ran out in the courtyard.
Rowan Voss, the Alpha who'd made his life hell since freshman orientation, blocked his path, flanked by two of his buddies. Rowan was tall, with sharp cheekbones and a smirk that promised trouble.
"Well, well," he said, crossing his arms. "Look who's rolling up in a fancy car. Got a sugar daddy, Kane?"
Elias's heart pounded, his hands clutching his bag.
"No," he said, his voice barely audible. "It's... my employer's car."
Rowan laughed, stepping closer.
"Employer? You? What, are you cleaning houses for mobsters now?" His buddies snickered, circling Elias like wolves.
"I'm a nanny," Elias said, trying to sound steady. "Just a job."
Rowan's eyes narrowed, his strong Pheromones... sharp, like cedar, made Elias's head spin.
"Bullshit." He snatched Elias's bag, dumping it on the ground. Books, pens, and the flip phone from the twins spilt out. One of Rowan's buddies, a lanky guy with a buzz cut, grabbed the phone. "Nice! This is mine now!"
"No!" Elias lunged, but Rowan shoved him against the wall, hard. Elias's back hit the bricks, pain shooting through his frail body. Tears stung his eyes, but he blinked them back. "Please," he said, his voice shaking. "It's not mine. It's... important."
Rowan leaned in, his face inches from Elias's. His eyes flicked over Elias's pale skin, his pink lips, lingering too long. "You... you're pathetic," he said, but his voice was odd, like he was distracted. Elias's heart raced with so many thoughts.
'Did Rowan smell his omega scent? Why is he getting closer? The suppressants should've held, but stress made them weak,'
Rowan's grip tightened, and Elias whimpered, a tear escaping.
For a second, Rowan froze, staring at the tear. His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, hungrier.
"Cry harder, Kane", he said softly, almost to himself, as his hand tried to reach for Elias's cheek. "I like it."
"Hey, Rowan, you good?" one of his buddies called, snapping him out of it. Rowan blinked, then shoved Elias away, letting him slump to the ground. "Whatever," he muttered, tossing the phone to his friend. "Keep it. Let's go."
They walked off, laughing, leaving Elias on his knees, gathering his scattered books. The phone was gone. His first gift from the twins, and he'd lost it already. He wiped his face, his hands trembling, and stood, his legs barely holding him. Classes passed in a blur, his mind stuck on the phone and Rowan's weird stare. Had he smelled something? Elias couldn't afford to find out. He would tell everyone and they would be after him. He didn't want that kind of attention.
Marco picked him up that afternoon, and they swung by the twins' school. Dante and Dario piled into the SUV, chattering about some kid they'd pranked in class. Elias sat in front, silent, his stomach knotted. How was he going to tell them about the phone? They'd think he was even weaker than they already did.
Back at the mansion, Gerald greeted them at the door. "Welcome home, Young Masters," he said, his eyes flicking to Elias's pale, drawn face. "Everything alright, Elias?"
"I'm fine," Elias lied, forcing a smile. "I'm just going to start dinner early. Be right back."
He hurried to the kitchen, leaving the twins with Gerald. Dante and Dario exchanged a look, their usual smirks gone.
"Something's wrong with the nanny," Dante said, his grey eyes cold. "He's all... mopey."
"Yeah," Dario agreed, crossing his arms. He suddenly glared at Gerald as their eyes turned cold.
"Find out what happened, Gerald. We can't bully him if he's already sad. That's no fun."
Gerald bowed slightly. "I'll look into it, Young Master" he said, his tone calm but curious.
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In the kitchen, Elias chopped vegetables for dinner, his hands shaky. The knife felt heavy, his body weak from the day's stress. He was making spaghetti... simple, something the twins might like. But his mind kept replaying everything that happened today. He'd failed already, day one. The twins would hate him.
Elias set out plates of spaghetti, his eyes down. The twins ate without their usual chatter, watching him.
"What's wrong with you, nanny?" Dante asked, twirling his fork. "You're no fun today."
"Sorry," Elias mumbled, pushing food around his plate. "Just tired."
Dario snorted. "Tired? You're always tired. Bet you lost our phone already."
Elias's heart sank when he heard that, but he said nothing, his throat tight. The twins exchanged a look, then went back to eating, their usual pranks were on hold. Elias's silence was too boring for their games.
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That night, in a dark warehouse across town, a man stood over a sprawl of bodies, blood pooling on the concrete. Viktor Drago wiped crimson from his cheek, his grey eyes cold as ice. He handed his gun to his assistant, a wiry man named Nico, and tossed his gloves into a corner.
"Any news about the boys?" he asked, his voice low, like gravel.
"They are doing well, sir," Nico said, pocketing the gun. "They got a new nanny. Some kid, Elias Kane."
Viktor smirked, lighting a cigarette.
"A nanny? Or a new toy for them to break?"
Nico shrugged. "He seems tough enough. The twins like him, for now."
Viktor exhaled smoke, his eyes glinting.
"Sounds suspicious. Keep an eye on him. No one gets close to my boys without my say."