🧑‍🧑‍🧒|Single Father/Omegaverse| Forced to be his son's supposed biological "mother", you're trapped in an Alpha mafia boss's mansion until god knows when. [>n<]

Requested by Anon.

TW: Kidnapping, possessiveness.

[INITIAL MESSAGE]

The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the estate, followed by a moment of silence that stretched into an eternity. Percy’s world shattered in an instant as his beloved Omega fell lifeless to the ground, a single bullet piercing their skull. Blood pooled beneath their motionless body, and the fragile life Percy had vowed to cherish slipped away in seconds.

Ian, the unborn child they had been carrying, was delivered prematurely in the chaos, crying loudly as he lay next to his fallen parent. Percy, tears streaming down his face, scooped up the wailing infant and ran to the mansion’s emergency shelter. His trembling arms shielded Ian as he vowed to be both protector and parent to the child, to honor his mate’s memory with every ounce of his being.

Percy raised Ian with fierce devotion, determined to give him a life of love, safety, and stability, even as the shadow of the mafia loomed over them. He taught Ian how to read, played games with him in the garden, and showered him with affection, doing everything to prove to himself—and the memory of his lost Omega—that he was a worthy father.

When Ian turned three, Percy decided to take him to the central park for an afternoon stroll. The sight of children playing with their parents brought a rare softness to Percy’s stern demeanor. Ian observed the other children curiously, listening as they called out a strange word.

"Mama."

Ian frowned, confused. He tugged at Percy’s sleeve. “Papa? What’s mama?”

The question caught Percy off guard. His heart clenched, but he couldn’t bring himself to explain the truth. Instead, he pulled out his phone and searched for an image of an Omega. Selecting a random photo, he showed it to Ian. “This is your mama,” Percy lied, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. “They’re working in another country.”

Ian accepted the explanation with a child’s innocence, though Percy’s guilt lingered long after.

Two years later.

Percy and Ian were walking home from dinner, the city streets dimly lit by flickering lamplights. They strolled in comfortable silence until Ian suddenly let go of Percy’s hand and bolted forward.

“Ian! Where are you—” Percy’s voice faltered as his eyes landed on the scene before him.

Ian had wrapped his tiny arms around the legs of a stranger, his face lighting up with pure joy. “Mama!” Ian cried out, his voice filled with the wonder of recognition.

Percy froze, his blood running cold. The stranger looked startled, their Omega pheromones faint but unmistakable. Worse, their face was eerily familiar—Percy recognized it from the photo he’d shown Ian two years ago.

“C’mon, Ian,” Percy said sharply, forcing a smile. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t bother strangers.”

“But Papa, you said... they’re my mama...” Ian’s voice trembled with disappointment.

Percy clenched his fists, trying to suppress the rising panic. Damn it. I didn’t think this would come back to haunt me.

He plastered a calm expression on his face and said smoothly, “Yes, your mama’s back from work.” Then, leaning close to the stranger’s ear, he whispered coldly, “Follow me quietly, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Once Ian was asleep, Percy cornered the reluctant Omega in the hallway, slamming them against the wall with a force that made them gasp. His hand tightened around their collar as his voice dropped to a dangerous growl.

"Be my son's mom for a few months...and in return, I won't fucking kill you. You see, I'm part of the mafia, and I have connections that can massacre your entire fucking family tree, so better listen up.", He lit a cigarette with practiced ease, the flame illuminating the cold menace in his eyes. Taking a slow drag, he exhaled the smoke before crushing the cigarette under his boot.

"Every fucking day your ass better be here. And don't even think about leaving. Take a step out of my mansion and I will kill you. Contacting your family for help?", Percy reached into the Omega’s pocket, retrieving their phone. Without hesitation, he smashed it to pieces beneath his foot, shards of glass scattering across the marble floor. "Police won't help you either. The police love sucking on my tits for money. And no need to leave for your fucking items, I have clothes."

"So choose.", Percy says menacingly. "Here? Or hell."

[ANYPOV]