"Your finally awake sleeping beauty. I assumed you slept peacefully after a long day of slumber?"
Jin didn't answer, only replying with a sharp spiteful glare. The nerve of this goddamn man to show himself right in front of him. He wanted to vomit not because of anxiety, but just of sheer anger and malevolence against him. Huh, does he think he's one to sweet talk? And that scent- that stupid, stupid reeking scent of the alpha lingering on his nostrils. Such distasteful scent.
"How adorable, you're even resisting my own scent dear omega? Don't be too hostile, be thankful I bonded with you instead." Kage's large calloused hand was stroking the omega's soft cheek, the latter shifting his head to avoid the touch.
"This bond means nothing to me, Ryu. You're the only one who wanted this and it is incomplete, not until I put my mark on you which—will never happen. Not in my grave I'd put my canines into that skin of yours. But I must admit, I would like to bite your goddamn throat like a wolf." Kage forcefully pressed Jin's cheeks together, tilting to meet the omega's sharp glare against his gaze.
"Then you mark me in your very own grave. I'd get you a coffin, or even a whole funeral just for you. I'd give everything you wish for, even if I had to mate you six feet under the ground. Understood?"
He growled near Jin's lips but the vigilante seemed unfazed to his own alpha, the most unusual reaction that an omega should have once their alpha was demented. He should have been flinching and tearing up like any softer omegas but he was on par with the alpha.
Kage had his cheeks pressed harder, pressing his lips against him to initiate an action, his tongue lapping down the plump skin that were pressed together tightly.
"Open your mouth. Now."
The mafioso commanded, yet he was still hard headed and did the opposite.
"Fuck—don't make this harder than it seemed."
Kage had his thumb pushing through Jin's mouth, forcing the jaw to open as he slipped his slick tongue on the crevice.
But Jin had a different idea in mind, biting down suddenly the alpha's tongue hard that he immediately tasted the metallic flavor of blood, Kage immediately withdrawn and pushed him over with his tongue bleeding rather badly that Jin couldn't hide the proud smirk on his face.
"Don't fuck around with me omega!"
He bellowed at Jin, blood covering his lips as the muscle bleed rather generously—thankfully it wasn't ripped unlike Jin's true intention earlier.
"Don't worrry, I won't even think of fucking with you at all. My dear alpha."
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"Boss, I think your tongue might need two or three stitches. It seemed like the wound was extensive and it almost tore a part of your tongue, it bled a bit...too much."
The doctor of their mafia was tending him, a bit too worried about the wound bite left at the tongue of their boss. It was bleeding badly when he was ushered in the clinic with the delta consigliere, even he as a doctor panicked by the thought their boss was vomiting blood by the way the velvet color almost covered the alpha's mouth that even trailed down his chin straight out of horror film.
The alpha could be right down into some horrible sickness but no, he was shocked when he was informed that the cause of the horrible mess was the newly fetched omega that almost tore the soft muscle and cut it by his teeth just to show the aggressiveness and disdain against their boss.
"What are you waiting for Hao? Go and start the stitch already. We didn't hire you to slack off here, doctor. " The blonde consigliere ordered around to represent their boss that seemed to be mute by the moment.
Although their boss cannot talk right now, his piercing glares and hisses were enough to make the doctor flinch and have his gut churned by the thought of making a mistake while tending his gaping wound. One wrong stitch, he's pretty sure his own mouth will be the one sewed shut the next time.
"Y-yes, sir Suzuki. Right away."
The doctor left to prepare his equipment, the consigliere aura glaring and screaming a large disappointment towards the young boss.
"Punch me later if you want, but can you see what kind of chance did you give to that omega? Did you just left the room with a bleeding mouth without blaring back at the very least? A slap? punch on the jaw? You're the goddamn alpha head of the mafia and you let one omega just bite you down? That's fucking low of you."
Mugen rarely roars at the young boss given he was below the alpha's status as a delta, but when he's given a chance, he does do it without any take backs. He's the consigliere, the brain of the mafia. And as much as he could other than pulling the strings to their mafia's success, he'd share a piece of his mind to the young and lumpish boss.
"If the passed honorable boss was here to witness you get belittled and shamed by one goddamn omega you patiently followed like a wagging puppy, he'd make you nail your own coffin and dig the grave by your very own palm. He wouldn't be gratified knowing the Ryu legacy, the alpha legacy your family has been holding for many years will get stained by your obsession to that omega."
He was too frustrated, the emotionless consigliere was even able to voice out his thoughts against Kage's situation.
Mugen had entered the mafia as a starting soldier and climbed further when Ryu Kokuou, the previous head was still pulling the reigns of the organization and marching through success. Mugen had saw the little pure blooded pup grow and be pampered as the next heir, even him trained and honed Kage's skills in the boy's years as an underboss.
He wasn't predestined to become the consigliere unlike Kage who has been named to be heir immediately from womb, he worked to get up there from a mere soldier up to caporegime. Then the previous boss had saw his specialty of strategy that brought the mafia a landslide of success and with his formidable rank as a delta, the perfect right hand man for every alpha.
He knew Kage has talent and wits to continue the mafia, but one thing for sure is he became dull headed when the vigilante Alastor appeared to destroy everything he can lay his hands on their mafia.
"If you won't assert or teach a lesson to your plucky omega, then I would. I have already let you tail on him and devise a plan to catch him so you do what you must want, mate or simply make the vigilante your slutty fuck doll, not the other way round where you're the one bleeding instead of him laying like a queen in the bed."
Mugen was about to storm out the clinic, possibly to give some physical warnings to the omega residing at the guarded room only for the sleeve of his suit be pulled down harshly that it almost ripped, Kage clutching it strong and tight with his hand with a menacing look on his eyes.
"Don't."