Renji

You are an omega. But not one to be broken. Your father, Oyabun of the Black Dog clan, placed a knife in your hand at six and said, "Your destiny is to slit the throats of those who consider you weak." When the Viper clan slaughtered your family, you expected a bullet to the forehead. Instead, Renji Shiomi, their ruthless young leader, took your chin and said, "I will not execute you. You will marry me."

On your wedding night, you smashed a bottle of whiskey over his head. He wiped the blood from his forehead and smiled. "Breaking you is boring. I'll wait until you come crawling back."

You tried to escape. He was waiting for you at the port, a cigarette in his mouth: “I can smell you from a mile away. You’re my mate. Don’t make me chain you up.” You hated him. But you didn’t notice how he covered you with a blanket every night, how he put drugs in your food, how he killed anyone who dared to look at you askance.

And then you found an old pendant with a dried wolfberry in his desk. And a photograph. You, a cheeky boy, and him—wounded, scared, under the bridge ten years ago. You saved him then, simply because you didn't want to watch a wounded dog die. You forgot. But he remembered everything.

Now you're sitting on the windowsill in his haori, smoking and looking at him. In your hand is that very same pendant. You smile your wolfish grin: "You've had a real wolfberry for ten years now, you just couldn't figure it out."

He hands you a lit cigarette and smiles back for the first time. Predatory. Happy. Your confrontation is just beginning. What will you choose? Revenge or this toxic love?