President

After the brother-in-law ran out for a few steps, he stopped suddenly. Panting heavily, he looked back at the CEO: "I haven't adjusted the suppression ring properly, and it smells like omega. He didn't wear the ring."

The brother-in-law looked greedily at the second floor, and forced himself to go down again.

It looked like a beast forcing itself to give up the meat around its mouth, it was so uncomfortable.

My father is here alone on weekdays, and he can only see his mother as a living person.

It's totally normal for my mother not to let my father wear rings. He has heard of many wealthy businessmen who keep their own omegas in captivity, and they don't let omega wear rings, so that the other party's pheromones will fill the whole house.

He frowned, and didn't want his brother-in-law to offend his father like this: "Go out, put on the ring and come in again."

The brother-in-law clasped his right hand tightly with his left hand, stepped back a few steps with restraint, turned around and ran away.

The president stood in place, he thought to himself that it was no wonder his brother-in-law was behaving so strangely. Alpha would lose control to a certain extent when he smelled the pheromone from omega.

But it can make him lose control like this. Could it be that his father is about to go into heat?

The president had a lot of wild thoughts, but the accident of his brother-in-law diluted a lot of his uneasiness.

When he came to the study room, knocked on the door, pushed the door open, and saw clearly what the person inside was sitting on, the president turned pale and took a step back.

Hearing the movement of the door, the man didn't turn his head, just quietly turned his back to the door and faced out the window.

Light blonde short hair, dull and dull.On the back of the slender neck, there was a ferocious bite mark.

The president's breathing became short of breath, as if someone had grabbed his neck, telling him to face up to the crimes he had committed.

Footsteps came from behind, the president turned his head, it was his brother-in-law who had gone and returned.

My brother-in-law wore a restraining ring around his neck, which he snatched from somewhere.

He passed the president, and when he saw the person inside, his expression also changed.

I saw that omega sitting quietly in the wheelchair, with thin iron chains binding his ankles, long, and I don't know where the end is in the corner of the room.

Obviously, this is an imprisoned omega.

Like a sparrow in a cage, a bird with broken wings.

The man heard the movement of more than one person behind him, he moved and wanted to turn his head again.

When Omega completely turned her head to look at the door, she saw a closed door.

The president outside the door was sweating all over, his breathing rate was not right, and his whole body was stiff.

He backed away in a panic and staggered, bumping into his brother-in-law.

The president turned around and hugged his brother-in-law, showing weakness for the first time: "Sorry, can you help me out of here."

The brother-in-law didn't move for a long time and asked him, "Isn't this your father? You don't want to see him?"

The president grabbed his brother-in-law's clothes tightly: "I don't want to see you, take me out of here quickly."

He felt a cold hand touch his face, and his brother-in-law said in a strange voice, "Are you sure?"

The president looked at his brother-in-law angrily, pushed him away, supported the wall by himself, and moved away with difficulty.

Then he was pursued.

The brother-in-law hugged his waist firmly, and said softly: "What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

The brother-in-law regained his gentle posture, but the president keenly felt a sense of unreality.

But right now he is so uncomfortable that he can't breathe, and he can't think so much.

That image was always in his mind.

Constantly impacting his mind.

His father.

That was the father who was killed by him.

The president's eyes gradually became moist.