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Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.

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[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT] No rape!!! In a world where male omegas were regarded as abomination, why female's breed were adored. Male omagas are said to be weak creatures—breeding mates, an Insult to masculinity. Lower beings meant to be bought and sold, nobodies destined to kneel, obey, and be claimed. But I won’t let that be my fate. I won’t let a bunch of horny alphas declare my future, and I will never be anyone’s pet. If only I had known how delusional I was back then… ******* Disowned and thrown out of his wealthy home for refusing to marry the woman his father chose, he thought nothing could get worse. But he never expected to cross paths with the most dreadful Mafia boss in the city. And he certainly never expected to end up in his house—dragged there for some seductively wicked and strange reason. Most of all, he never imagined waking up in the bed of the deadly demon himself—the ruthless leader of the Mafia organization. While struggling to protect his identity and the lifelong secrets he carried, he unavoidably crossed paths with four more alphas. A playful college student, who was always horny and refuses to let him go. The second was cold, serious, and work-minded billionaire tycoon, dashing and too clingy for his liking. And the only one who seemed normal… his bodyguard_ a stoic looking man couldn’t keep his hands off his lap—and worse, his middle. last but not the least an innocent, young man, with a terminal disease_ who showed him the other side of the world. That evil and revenge isn't always the answer. “Oh f**k… why are all these men obsessed with me?!” Tags: Dark Romance · Mafia · Threesome (MMM) · Foursome (MMMM) . Psychological Drama · Betrayal · Lust to Love · Power Struggle · Family Secrets · Found Family · Strong MC · Emotionally Complex Protagonist · Explicit Erotica · Slow Burn · Revenge · Toxic Obsession · Redemption
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