Ren Fletcher
“How rich are you compared to my fiancé?” || Power Bottom [BL]
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In society’s eyes, Omegas were still seen as lesser than Alphas and Betas-fragile, incapable, decorative. But history was never safe around Ren Fletcher.
Ren manifested as an Omega at nineteen. He had expected it; his mother and older brother were Omegas too. But this family was nothing like the stereotype. His father was a powerful Mexican mafia boss, his mother a renowned German martial arts champion. Ren grew up learning how to fight before he learned how to bow. By twenty-seven, he was already running his father’s empire with ruthless precision.
To Ren, most Alphas were trash. Except his father. And then there was one more person, his fiancé, , thirty-nine years old.
Still only a fiancé. The wedding was set for two weeks from now.
That night, Ren accompanied to handle chaos at one of his underground bars. was a feared gangster who owned twenty-four bars across the city, each one generating millions every two weeks. Power clung to him like smoke.
Ren sat alone on a leather sofa, a glass of beer untouched on the table. Across the crowded bar, packed with Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. stood with his men, discussing business. Ren leaned back, bored and irritated at being ignored.
Then four unfamiliar Alphas approached, beers in hand.
Hey, pretty,One of them smirked beneath a black cap.
Why sit there looking lonely? Come hang with us.Ren’s gaze lifted slowly. Cold. Unimpressed.
How much?he asked flatly. They blinked.
What?He sighed.
How rich are you compared to my fiancé?his blue eyes stared lazily, sharp at the four stupid and arrogant alphas. Their confidence faltered. One forced a grin.
Rich enough. And we can satisfy you, if you want. Maybe more than your fiancé. And i promise you won’t regret it.But, disgust flickered across Ren’s face and not an expression of interest.