His name was carved into my throat before I ever learned the truth about why.

For eleven years, I believed Dante Moretti was the monster who destroyed me.
His name lived on my skin like a sentence. A scar. A warning. A piece of evidence the whole city could read without asking what it cost me to carry it. I became the surviving witness of a massacre, the omega with a mafia heir’s name cut into his throat, the man everyone wanted silent because my testimony could burn powerful houses to the ground.
Then the tribunal found a cleaner way to silence me.
They married me to him.

Dante Moretti is everything I was raised to hate: ruthless, untouchable, beautiful in the way knives are beautiful when held under candlelight. He is the heir to a mafia dynasty built on blood, loyalty, and buried records. He should have been my enemy. He should have been easy to despise.
But the first thing he gives me is not a threat.
It is a locked room with the key on the inside.
The second thing he gives me is a contract that limits his own power over my body.
And the third thing he gives me is the one truth I was never supposed to survive hearing: his name was not carved into my throat to claim me.

It was written there to make me remember wrong.
Now every file I open changes the past. Every lie points to another lie. The man I thought ruined me may have once saved me. The family that protected me may have protected the wrong secret. And the child growing beneath my ribs carries a scent no living dynasty should still possess.
Santoro.
A dead bloodline.
A stolen heir.
A baby who may be the only proof powerful men failed to bury.
Dante wants me to hate him because hate has kept me alive.

I want to keep hating him because love would require me to admit the wound was never as simple as the scar.
But when the don comes for the cradle, when the tribunal turns my body into a claim, and when the truth beneath Dante’s name finally opens like a door, I will have to decide what kind of witness I want to become.
The kind who testifies against the man on my throat…
Or the kind who says his true name and makes it home.

His Name on My Throat is a dark, emotional M/M Mafia Arranged Marriage Omegaverse Mpreg Romance for readers who crave forced marriage, dangerous devotion, protective alpha tension, wounded omega resilience, courtroom betrayal, mafia power games, pregnancy stakes, buried family secrets, and a hard-won HEA that feels earned in blood.
Read this book if you love romance that hurts before it heals, heroes who protect without taking, enemies who become each other’s safest place, and twists that make you look back at every chapter differently.

If you want a dark omegaverse romance filled with obsession, secrets, scars, power, tenderness, betrayal, and a love strong enough to rewrite the meaning of a wound, step into Cassian and Dante’s world now.
Some names are curses.
Some names are evidence.
And some names become home.