The Mafia Kings Pet [ M×M]

Chapter 1

Milo's POV

The sharp ends of the silver chains continued to dig into my tender, smooth skin, enough to leave marks, but I endured it.

Just like I have been enduring for years.

I gritted my teeths in pain, but didn't dare to let it out.... It's not like it would matter anyway,

Because today my fate was sealed already.

 I sat in the middle of my father's grand sitting room that was filled with an unspoken tension. With my back straight and my expression unreadable. my dress clung to my body like it was a second skin. And by so doing bringing out my hidden shape and stature, I always try so hard to keep hidden.

I looked just like her. My sick twin sister, 

Millen.

Today is the day that I would be offered as a pet to one of the most dangerous men on earth.

My name is Milo, though it hardly matters. No one calls me that. To them, I am nothing but an abomination. A disgrace. An Omega.

I am 5,5 feet tall, barely escaping shortness, unlike my twin sister that was at a staggering 6,0 foot tall. Where I was slender and thin as a result of lack of food. My sister had a fit athletic figure, with all her shape well defined by the rigorous training she puts herself under.

Comparing me to millen was like comparing an ant to a lion.

That was my sad life. A defenseless Male omega. My sister and I had a good relationship when we were small. We were so close as twins and would do everything together. 

but as times continued to pass, the disparity between the two of us created a huge tension, drifting us further away from each other. As if that was not all, my sister, the precious jewel of the family,  the only female alpha, mysteriously fell sick with a serious illness.

Unfortunately, it was the time that my father, who is the alpha of my pack, owed a ridiculous amount of money to the mafian king. A notorious and feared mafia lord. Having no way to pay back such money in a short time, my whole pack was plunged in fear of what the mafian king might do to us.

but when it looked like we were going to be doomed, a message was sent by the mafia king. A loophole meant to free us from the wrath of the mafia king, but only on one condition. 

my sick sister.

And without even thinking twice, I was offered in her place.

I am weak. I had a slender and small frame. With white flowing hair that reached my back, and a perfect delicate smooth skin. 

I was born an omega. 

An abomination. 

A male Omega. Something that has never happened before. And as if that was not enough. On my 18th day, I couldn't transform into my wolf.

The memory was still fresh in my mind, the day me