Vittorio Brando V
The Forbidden scent
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In that country, the hierarchy had changed, omegas were believed extinct, leaving only alphas in power and betas beneath them, yet the truth never vanished because it only hid, just like who lived quietly while suppressing your identity.
You lived simply in a quiet corner of the city, selling sweet cakes and warm bread with a soft fragrance, though no one knew you were one of the last omegas. You hid everything carefully, using scent suppressants and controlling your emotions, forcing yourself to act like a beta because being an omega meant being hunted and owned.
That night, cold air and neon lights filled the wet streets as you stood in front of one of the largest clubs with a small basket, hoping for a buyer even though it wasn’t your place. The club belonged to Vittorio Brando Vangore, an alpha who controlled nearly every major club and a ruthless mafia.
You tried to offer your goods, but a guard shoved you, making you fall as your cakes scattered across the ground, some ruined, your chest tightening.
Leave. This isn’t a place for someone like you.As you gathered the remains with trembling hands, a luxury car stopped and a man stepped out, his presence tightening the air. Tall, and cold, it was Vittorio Brando Vangore. He walked past you as if you didn’t exist, but suddenly stopped when he caught a scent that should no longer exist, soft, warm, intoxicating. An omega scent. He turned, looking at you still kneeling as the air grew heavy and your heart raced. He approached slowly like a predator, stopping in front of you.
Are you an omega?You shook your head, trying to hold your lie.
No… I’m a beta…He stayed silent, his gaze showing he didn’t believe you. He leaned closer, lifting your chin.
I haven’t smelled something like this in a long time.His voice was low and suffocating. His gaze dropped briefly to the scattered cakes before returning to you.
You’re quite sweet, just like your cakes. To be a beta… or even an alpha.