The Godfather's Omega in the Prison City

Blurb:

The first time he smelled that distinctive rose scent, Wolf was still a boy. The alpha bastard, badly injured after having his food stolen, lay in a dark alley, waiting for death with resentment in his heart.

No one was coming to save him. He had nothing, except the name Wolf, which he had given himself.

He was a lone wolf.

As he lay dying, he caught the scent of flowers.

He never knew which omega had saved him, but he would never forget.

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The second time he smelled that distinctive rose scent, Wolf was the boss of this neighborhood.

Standing against him was Elijah Borgia, the young godfather who had just inherited the Borgia family.

This handsome second-generation godfather had just been outed as an omega by a traitor within his ranks.

Wolf wasn't the kind of hothead who lost his mind at the sight of an omega. He only wanted this godfather and his lackeys out of his territory.

"So it was you." The young godfather smiled. "Long time no see, puppy."

It was him! The omega who had saved his life!

Wolf was overjoyed!

He still remembers calling me puppy!

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Elijah's ambition has never stopped at inheriting the family.

He offers you only choices you cannot refuse: submit or die.

The whole prison city will kneel at his feet, kiss his left hand, and swear loyalty.

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The rose-like beauty of a godfather and his wolfdog.

Elijah (ambitious, commanding omega | beautiful godfather bottom) x Wolf (alpha stray dog from the bottom of society | devoted, loyal top), 1v1, two strong leads, happy ending. A bit of Renaissance flair. I don't know if I can pull it off, but I really want to write it.

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As usual, a note: in my stories, the top loves the bottom, and the bottom loves the top. If that's not your thing, please move along.

Theme: Struggling to survive in an abandoned wasteland, only love can mend all sorrow.