I signed the contract to escape worse. One year mated to Dario Salvatore. One heir. No affection. No escape. But the mafia heir who stared at me like prey wasn’t just cold. He was calculated, controlled, and the kind of alpha who didn’t lose himself to heat. Until mine broke. Until he claimed me with teeth and knot and filled me with the child that would seal our fates. Now I’m nesting inside his family's empire of secrets, carrying a legacy they’ll kill to protect. Dario watches me like a strategist sizing up his next move. Like I’m not just the omega he owns. Like I’m the one thing he can’t afford to lose. Then the trap is sprung. I’m taken, used as leverage. And Dario doesn’t negotiate with threats. He eliminates them. He tears through the world to reach me. And when he does, it’s not comfort he brings. It’s obsession. Vows. A mark that says I’m his. But I was never meant to be his weakness. And he was never meant to be mine. Heat. Power. Bloodlines. In this mafia Omegaverse, love isn’t the contract. Survival is. Explicit heat/rut/knotting, on-page pregnancy and birth, power imbalance, strategic consent, trauma recovery, HEA guaranteed.