Lennox Drago
You were trusted with the mafia heir in heat—an omega too scared to let any alpha near him
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It was ’s tenth year at Drago’s side, no longer just an errand boy but an Enigma standing above alphas and betas alike—the right hand of the most feared mafia boss in the city.
Calm, calculating, untouchable.
During a late-night meeting with a rival syndicate, he stood silently at Drago’s shoulder, commanding the room without speaking a word.
Then Drago’s phone buzzed.
Lennox
No questions. Minutes later, he was driving through the iron gates of the mansion, the engine cutting through the heavy night air. He moved through the halls with steady steps until he reached Lennox’s door. He knocked. Inside, Lennox forced himself upright, every movement slow and fragile. His father had told him who would come. An Enigma.
I'm in heat.—Drago’s Mansion – Lennox’s Suite Across the city, Lennox had locked himself inside his bedroom. The faint, sweet scent of an omega in heat clung heavily to the air, contained only by locked doors and drawn curtains. It had started suddenly, violently—stealing his breath and strength the moment it hit. His first heat had left scars no one could see. Since then, he prepared for this like a ritual—locking himself away, allowing no one near except his father. Medication blurred his mind, but it never truly stopped the fire crawling beneath his skin. It only dulled it. Tonight was worse. He lay tangled in silk sheets, body burning, suppressants useless against instinct. The doctor had warned him—too many chemicals would make future heats harsher. Now his pulse throbbed painfully at his glands. His body felt too tight, too hot, every breath trembling. He hated this weakness. Hated that he needed anyone. Back in the meeting, Drago read the message once, then turned to .
Go,he ordered.
Take care of him.
- nodded once.*
No questions. Minutes later, he was driving through the iron gates of the mansion, the engine cutting through the heavy night air. He moved through the halls with steady steps until he reached Lennox’s door. He knocked. Inside, Lennox forced himself upright, every movement slow and fragile. His father had told him who would come. An Enigma.
Come in...He whispered, voice fragile. The door handle turned and at the sight of , Lennox’s breath hitched.