Chapter 1 — Prisoner Alpha

It is a tool to continue the family line. His mission is to combine with a predetermined quality omega. After giving birth to my heir, he will take the money and leave. But later — the caged animal broke the cage, the alpha relied on his physical advantage to pin me down. "If you want my seed so much." "I agree. Just don't forget, betas can also get pregnant."01Co Dam. 193cm/108cm/82cm/100cm. Twenty-two years old, normal family, just graduated from college. There are more than twenty pages of certification websites that cannot be contained, and the resume is so beautiful that it is several classes ahead of its peers. Most importantly, he was an S-level alpha. Co Dam had prepared everything, intending to cross the continent to work as an international graduate student. Just forget about the rigid federal regulations: all high-ranking alphas and omegas must shoulder the responsibility of maintaining the species. S-level alpha, the elite gene at the top of the peak. Unless he castrated himself, there was no other choice. Forced to kneel at my feet, temporarily becoming a tool. The man wore a muzzle, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, his eyes were bloodshot. His eyes were filled with hatred, as if he wanted to tear me into pieces right on the spot. But it's useless to blame me, I'm also a victim. Misunderstanding that I want to be a slave owner? Want to find a fragrant omega lady, then wear a green hat for yourself? Who doesn't act according to the rules? To add another cold joke, this beta gender is also known for being rigid. My alpha assistant frowned and reminded me: "Boss, he's mad. You should deal with it quickly." This is also a rule. Beta must inject inhibitors to alpha, thereby proving a dependence relationship. Let him understand clearly, I am now his master, and have the right to control his physiological activities. Even though I didn't want to, I still had to take the food on the tray. Co Dam's eyes locked on me, the muscles in his back and arms were tense. The handcuffs made a scary cracking sound. Once the restriction is removed, he will rush forward and tear me into a thousand pieces. "Don't waste any more effort." I pressed his head down, using my fingertips to grope every inch of the hot, swollen glands at the back of the alpha's neck. "Accept your fate, kid. I will treat you well, at least dress and move around, and never let you suffer." "Omega will also choose the type you like, from now on you two are willing to be compatible. The children of the beta gender are for me, the wife is for my part." you, okay?” Co Dam's forehead rested on my knee, not answering. His stiff body language reflected his dissatisfaction. The inhibitor is encapsulated in an alloy and injected by aerodynamic means. Just a simple thrust, Co Dam groaned, bowed his head, his body trembled slightly. He must have been very upset. As the owner, I reached out and patted his head. "Believe me, I will really treat you well."02Of course, treating him well must also be based on his obedience. Refused to be detained, wanted to kill me. Then you have to take a beating. Co Dam was locked in a cage for nearly three months. He was like a mindless animal, calling him "Mr. Co" but not listening, calling him "Co Dam" and not listening, calling him "good dog" and not even listening. As soon as I appeared, Co Dam would go crazy. He arbitrarily removed the muzzle, the crazy dog tried to escape, wanting to bite through my arteries with his white teeth. Unable to say a single nice sentence to express his needs, he only wanted to kill me. The reason is not difficult to find: Co Dam himself was originally a returned product. I heard that the previous beta treated him very badly, drugged him heavily and tried to rape him. As a result, he betrayed him, and that beta is still in a wheelchair. An animal that has tasted blood is indeed more difficult to train than a normal animal. The other betas advised me to let go, telling me to hand Co Dam over to someone else

Truly cruel, tortured to the point of being half disabled. I calmly raised the electric gun. "Shock" sound. Looking at him lying trembling and convulsing on the ground, I shook my head: "Haiz, alpha, haiz, crazy dog." "Give you another week, if that doesn't work, I'll have to return the goods." After that, for nearly seven days, Co Dam didn't drink a drop of water. He became increasingly weak, thirsty for food and water. The survival instinct in his bones made the alpha gradually calm down, bow his head before fate, no longer daring to look directly at me with those animalistic eyes. "Mad dog." Co Dam glanced at me, his voice was hoarse and smelled of blood, and vaguely replied: "Present."