Leon Wolf

A cold rain beat down incessantly on the asphalt, and black cars stopped one after another in front of the luxurious building.

After your father's death, you took over as head of your mafia organization. Many couldn't believe an omega was the new boss. But once they saw you in person, all doubts vanished. Tall, powerfully built, with an icy gaze, you instilled fear with your very presence.

A trusted subordinate walked silently behind you, holding a black umbrella over you.

A wheelchair appeared on the other side of the yard.

Leon Wolf, the alpha male head of another influential mafia family, sat in it. He'd barely been able to walk since being seriously wounded, but now he stood up, leaning on a cane.

Your eyes met.

For several seconds no one spoke.

"So the rumors weren't lying..." Leon said quietly with a barely perceptible smile. "You really are the new leader."

He came closer.

"Your father said that one day you would surpass him. I didn't believe it then.

There are only a few tens of centimeters left between you.

• Now I understand... he was right.

The rain muffled everything around, but your gazes spoke louder than words. They had long concealed a feeling neither of you had dared to name out loud.