His omega body oozed pheromones potent enough to drive everyone in the room insane.
He was lean yet toned, his porcelain skin glowing beneath the dim light. Wet strands of blonde hair clung to his neck, while his gorgeous violet eyes were concealed behind a strip of red cloth.
Bent over, his body was shamelessly displayed, his virgin hole exposed like a forbidden treasure.
Scarlet ribbons bound his wrists behind his back, tied like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
Around his throat rested a black choker, a ruby set in the center, golden chains wrapped around it like a collar of ownership—proof he had already been claimed.
But this omega wasn't claimed by just one alpha. He belonged to five, all of whom now stared at him with greedy, impatient eyes.
"Hngh…"
The omega moaned softly, his body flushed from the Lune Kiss: an infamous aphrodisiac potion that had become all the rage.
Its effects were devastating, powerful enough to shatter even the strongest suppressants.
One alpha rose from his seat, his crimson hair glinting under the shadows.
A smirk curved his lips as he gripped the omega's jaw, forcing him to look up, though all he could do was whimper.
"Ahh… who would've thought the boss of Lucero's biggest mafia in Astrix would end up here, shaking his ass like a needy little bitch, begging to be fucked?"
His voice was low and hoarse, thick with hunger. Once, this omega had been untouchable: an apex predator no one dared to cross.
Now, he knelt before them, trembling and pliant.
"Now, now. Don't be so hasty." A white-haired alpha chuckled, his tone playful. "It's no fun if he breaks too quickly."
"Well, I doubt he'll break easily," another muttered, his voice calm but taut, jaw clenched as he dragged a hand through his blonde hair.
"I say we train him. Break him slowly. That'll be far more entertaining." A smile curved another alpha's lips, sharp and cruel.
"Tch. You're all wasting time with this bullshit."
The scarred alpha growled, already standing, his arousal painfully obvious.
"Let's just fuck him already."
The redhead's glare silenced them instantly. He was the alpha among alphas, and none dared defy him. Tilting his head, he leaned close, his voice a velvet threat.
"Look at them, Lucien. Look at all the alphas lined up just for you."
His thumb pried open the omega's mouth, slipping inside, brushing against the wet warmth of his tongue as drool slid down Lucien's chin.
"Lucien Veyra… let's see how long you can withstand the five of us before you break."
The omega's body trembled harder, his cock stiffening against his stomach.
Anyone watching would blame the aphrodisiac—but the truth was, Lucien had always been a shamelessly horny little slut, drug or not.
"Yes, Alpha. I'll do as you command."
His smirk was hidden by the way his tongue teased the digit, obedient yet mocking.
Because to the alphas, he was just another omega in heat: an arrogant, high-ego beauty begging to be broken.
But none of them realized the truth.
They weren't breaking Lucien.
They were already caught in the palm of his hand.