TWO YEARS AGO:
[YOUNG BOY WHO WAS RUNNING]***
He was running alongside the road in his white wedding dress. Many Alphas looked at him from the street, but he was so fast that by the time they understood the situation, he was already too far away.
Suddenly, a gang of bodyguards appeared. They were following that young boy, but everyone was too afraid to report it to the police because no one wanted to take the risk. Everyone knew it was the world of the mafia, and if they got involved, they would be dead meat.
After some time, a black BMW appeared. It stopped near a young man, and the tinted window rolled down. What appeared was Silas Drago.
The young man started to tremble slightly under the cruel gaze of the 40-year-old man, whose eyes inspected him like he was some kind of product. Then the old man smiled, but that smile was more disgusting than his character. "What is it, young man? Why are you trembling? It's not like you're my type or something, so tell me while I'm asking politely."
The young man trembled so hard that he gripped the nearby grill to steady himself. "Wh-what do you want?" the young man asked.
Silas looked at him with a smirk and asked, "Did you see the young man who passed through this road? Where did he go?"
The young man pointed in a specific direction. "Th-this way."
Silas looked back at his driver, and without saying anything, the driver started the car. In no time, the car disappeared from the young man's sight. The young man exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
***[YOUNG BOY WHO WAS RUNNING]***
The young boy was still running toward who-knows-where. He was running calmly until he saw the car. "Oh no!" His eyes filled with fear. When he saw his uncle's car, he started to run even faster, and in that moment of panic, he didn't realize he had crossed into the territory of the most powerful and dominant Alpha. He was too afraid to watch for moving cars, so he started running erratically, ignoring the scolding and yelling of drivers.
He kept running until he realized he was on an empty road. He stopped. There was no one on the road. He had just started looking for cars when a black car appeared behind him. He panicked at the sudden appearance of the car and, instead of moving, covered his face with his elbows and crouched down.
The car slammed on the brakes at the sudden appearance of the young boy. There were about 90 cars behind that car, and they all stopped at the sudden movement. The bodyguards got out of their cars with their guns. Everyone was on high alert.
From the SUV standing in the center of those cars, a young man in a black suit, about 23 years old, got out. His aura was too cold. A hint of dominant Alpha pheromones spread across the surroundings. His eyes were too cold for his age.
He asked, "What happened? Is there any danger?"
A bodyguard stopped a few steps away from him. He bowed his head slightly. "Reporting, Boss. There's a young Omega boy who suddenly got in our way. This could be an enemy scheme. We can't proceed, Boss."
The young man looked around but didn't see any young Omega, so he walked toward the road. He smelled the sour-milk pheromones of an Omega and stopped.
He saw him when he reached the first bodyguard's car. A beautiful young Omega, about 19 years old, was trembling under the cold gazes of the Alpha bodyguards. He walked past his guards toward the young boy. His secretary was moving behind him.
The secretary warned him, "Boss, it's dangerous. We can't trust anyone right now."
The young man stopped but didn't move back. He replied, "Don't worry. He is not the danger."
The secretary stared at him for a while, then replied, "Be careful, Boss. We will shoot if he tries anything."
The young man nodded and walked toward the boy. He extended his hand to him, but the young boy became more afraid. He trembled harder, his hands shaking from the fear building inside him. He whispered, "Don't... don't hit me. I didn't... I swear I didn't do anything wrong."
The young man sat beside him and started to console him with words, but the boy was too panicked. He started to cry hard while explaining that he hadn't done anything wrong. So the young man embraced the boy. The boy struggled at first but eventually calmed down as the young man soothed him, rubbing his back in slow circles. "Shush, I know. I've got you. You didn't do anything wrong."
The young boy sniffed for a while but stopped crying. His fingers twisted in the fabric of the young man's suit jacket, holding on like he'd drown without it. Nose pressed to the fabric — pine, smoke, and _mine_. His shaking eased.
Around them, the bodyguards were on high alert, but the young boy didn't do anything. He just held their boss so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The young man scooped him up, one arm under his knees, one at his back. The young man stood like the boy weighed nothing, already striding toward the black SUV.
The bodyguards were still on high alert, waiting for their boss's order, until the young man ordered them: "Move! We are heading toward the palace."
Everyone nodded and got into their respective cars. The secretary watched him quietly and spoke when he saw the young man getting into the car while still holding the young boy: "Boss, give him to me. The second car's secure. We'll take him."
The young man looked at his secretary while adjusting his hold so the boy could lean more comfortably. "Don't worry, he is not the danger. I don't like to repeat my words, Matteo!"
Matteo looked at his boss for any sign of change, but seeing that his boss was serious, he bowed slightly and closed the car door.
The cars started moving toward their new destination while carrying something so precious.
***[SILAS-DRAGO WITH HIS BODYGUARDS]***
Silas was still waiting in his car when one of his guards came running toward him. He knocked on the tinted window. Silas rolled down the window and stared at him for information. "Boss, it's bad. He... he—"
Silas looked at him with an annoyed expression. "Did you speak, or do I need to cut your tongue out so you learn to speak clearly, huh?"
The bodyguard lowered his gaze and replied carefully, "We got information that he... he entered another mafia's territory."
Silas asked, "Whose?"
The bodyguard wiped his sweat with his dry hands and answered, "Zayden... Zayden Volkov!"
Silas kicked the car door so hard that the bodyguard fell beside it. He got out of the car angrily and grabbed the bodyguard by the collar. "You fucking assholes! Couldn't even grab one little bitch. What did I pay you all for, huh?"
He hit the bodyguard so hard that he passed out. There was blood everywhere, but it didn't calm him. He threw the guard aside, and the other bodyguards quickly took him away. One bodyguard gave Silas a handkerchief to clean his hands. He took deep breaths to calm down. Then he ordered another bodyguard: "Send our best men there. Tell them to find that bitch and bring him to me."
The bodyguard asked hesitantly, "But, Boss, they will kill our men like they always do."
Silas replied calmly, "Tell them to use fake identities."
The bodyguard questioned timidly, "But, Boss, we always send them with fake identities."
This time, Silas's calm broke, and he yelled, "Get the hell out of here. If I hear another objection, I will kill you all with my own hands. Understand?"
The bodyguard fell to his knees. "I... I understand, Boss. I will send them right now."
Silas got back in the car, and the car started moving toward their destination. Silas watched the view outside and murmured while gritting his teeth, "You've become a pain in the ass. I need to deal with you, ZAYDEN VOLKOV!"