For Cloud, everyone was gray; there was no such thing as truly black or white when it came to good and evil. Except for Lycus. That man was truly pure…
Pure Black!
Cloud Morrigan, an Alpha, the son of a billionaire family (former), born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Every time he cried, hundreds of servants would come running to comfort him. A man who never touched anything dirty, always getting whatever he wanted…
He never imagined he would end up in the house of the ruthless mafia boss Lycus Drakken, wearing nothing but a loincloth, with a rag in his hand, wiping a vase that wasn't even dirty!
"Can you shut up?" Lycus' deep, dominant, and sexy voice echoed from the far end of the room. He sat on his throne, facing the large open window that revealed the city below.
Cloud turned, glaring sharply. "What do you mean? I didn't even speak!"
"I heard you sigh. It's really annoying."
Cloud shot him a sharp look. Was he not even allowed to breathe properly now?
Lycus put down his tablet, looked Cloud up and down, then smirked. "Why stop? I'm paying you by the hour, at a high rate. Or… do you want to take off your underwear? I'll let you rest for an hour."
Cloud immediately scowled. He wouldn't do it. He had spent the entire week being treated like a prostitute. But he couldn't refuse, or he might lose a finger, a hand, maybe a leg… or even his life.
Damn it.
How did all this happen?! Cloud could only blame his parents, who had disappeared somewhere, sacrificing him to a wolf like Lycus.
Or maybe… he had been wrong from the start. If only he had known Lycus was the Enigma, if only he hadn't bullied him in high school, if only he hadn't cut off his finger… maybe none of this would have happened.
Who would have thought that Lycus—the quiet, fat guy he assumed was an Omega—was actually the Enigma, now the most ruthless mafia boss in the entire country?
And worse… that ruthless mafia held a deep, burning grudge against him.
***
Two months ago.
Cloud Morrigan, a handsome 27-year-old Alpha and former CEO of the Morrigan Group, had just become the newest homeless man on the streets of Verswolf City.
The family business, built over decades, was destroyed, leaving billions of dollars in debt. His mansion had been seized, his savings frozen, and his credit cards were useless.
He had sensed something was wrong in recent years, but he was too comfortable to pay attention. He never imagined his business had been targeted by Lycus Drakken.
The mafia moved quietly behind the scenes, controlling all his business partners with a meticulous plan. In one snap of their fingers, Morrigan was reduced to nothing but a name.
Major news outlets flooded tabloids and social media. The collapse of the Morrigan Group, which had supported the country's economy for decades, drew massive attention.
Meanwhile, Cloud Morrigan became the subject of gossip over his miserable situation. His model boyfriend, an upper-tier Omega, had left him over "principle differences." Now, he was reported missing entirely.
"I can't believe I ever idolized him. Disgusting. He just ran away when it was time to pay his debts. Isn't that his responsibility?"
"I'm sure he's enjoying his savings somewhere, having a good time."
"Oh my God, disgusting. I hope no other Omega gets trapped by him. Jay was right to leave him."
Cloud scrolled through the comments on social media. His blood boiled. He gripped his phone without realizing it.
"You don't know what it's like being chased by debt collectors, you bastard!"
"Hah! Savings?! I should be grateful I even have clothes to wear. You don't know anything, bitch!"
Seeing the comments about Jay—his boyfriend, or rather, ex-boyfriend—Cloud went silent. He carefully threw his phone onto the table and slumped to the floor.
Damn it… he cursed, but his heart was shattered. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes despite himself. His heart ached. Jay, who he had claimed as his exclusive Omega, had left him without a word, before the news of his downfall even broke.
He took a deep breath. He was an Alpha; he shouldn't be crying like this. He had to be strong. He had to reclaim his glory!
But not now. Right now, he just wanted to cry.