Hit by a strange sensation, Daniel stood up immediately with a start—only to be slammed by a terrible migraine.
He grimaced, twitching his face while clutching his head in pain.
"Morning fever?" A cold, dominating voice echoed through the room, stunning him for a moment.
Struggling to gather his surroundings, Daniel held his head, trying to recollect—and then he gasped.
That horny man. Oh God, he was on his bed.
Instantly, Daniel scrambled to grab his clothes, hurriedly checking himself to see if the alpha had taken advantage of him while he passed out. But no. Nothing happened.
For a moment he felt… uncomfortable. He thought the alpha would have at least tried something.
"Why that look? I'm not that horrible—to rape someone in his sleep. Where's the fun in that?" Adrian laughed in a mocking tone, turning dangerously, his eyes locking with Daniel's.
It was then Daniel noticed—the bed was far ahead of him. He wasn't even on it. He was meters away. Wait. He wasn't lying on the bed at all…
I'm on the fucking floor?? Daniel pondered, wide-eyed. Oh goodness, here I was about to thank him for helping me, not realizing he left me lying here.
Daniel's fury rose. As he rubbed his neck, his fingers brushed against a swell on his forehead.
Oh yeah, so good. He let me fall on the floor and didn't even bother picking me up. Look at my head now.
"Angry I didn't pick you up from the floor?" Adrian grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the strangely lit room.
And then—the pheromones. Fucking pheromones, seeping out more and more. Thank God for the drugs Daniel was taking; his doctor was truly a lifesaver.
In a world like this, he needed to keep his identity hidden—or else he'd end up a whore, a breeding cow, or worse—killed and disposed of. The humiliation of it all was too much to bear. He swore never to let anyone figure it out. God help him during his heat period.
"Not angry. Just confused," Daniel replied, forcing a smile through his teeth. A fake smile. Adrian saw right through it, but he decided to play along.
Whether Daniel thought he could keep hiding—he would surely show him the other side.
"Are you an alpha?" That authoritative tone came again. With sheer command, Adrian pressed his pheromones forward—yet, of course, it failed miserably.
Daniel pretended to be lost in thought, drifting off, when suddenly a pillow flew across the room, smacking his head hard.
Ouch. That jerk!!
What did he expect me to do? Just declare my identity?
"And what do you think, Alpha?" Daniel shot back, flipping the question around. Adrian was caught slightly off guard.
Wow. What an interesting game. Question for question.
Did he really think he could dodge me? Adrian laughed inwardly. Pure stupidity. His patience didn't mean he had all the time in the world to waste—especially on someone who gave nothing in return.
"I asked you a question. You answer your master—with honesty." Adrian's tone darkened, his pheromones flooding the room in full force.
Daniel felt it. The pull. His drugs were wearing off, and though his own pheromones weren't clear, he was being attacked by Adrian's relentless alpha pressure.
Steeling himself, Daniel pushed to his feet, his bare soles cold on the floor. He gulped, steadying his breath.
At worst, the man could kill him. Terrible, yes—but telling him the truth, that he was an omega? No way.
Wait—why not lie? Did he have to be an omega? Why not a beta?
"Okay. If you want an answer… I'm a beta rank." Daniel said, locking eyes with Adrian, who wasn't smiling anymore.
"I can't release any pheromones because of a deformity I've had since childhood. But aside from that—I'm good." Daniel explained, watching Adrian's face carefully.
The motherfucker didn't believe him.
Adrian shrugged, reaching into a drawer, and pulled out something that instantly froze Daniel in place.
A gun.
Why the hell did he have a gun?
Oh, this brothel. Why did they allow someone like him in? And me—what pit have I dug myself into? Daniel facepalmed inwardly.
Stupid. That was stupid.
"Time will tell if you're lying," Adrian said smoothly. "Now, about that deal." He leaned back comfortably, raising one leg onto a chair, tapping the gun casually with a sexy smirk.
Oh Daniel, you're finished. Instead of focusing on how to escape, he was here projecting Adrian into the image of a pornstar he once watched.
And as if the gods were punishing him for it—instantly, his pants tightened, the outline of his dick clearly visible.
Of course Adrian noticed. His hawk-like eyes never missed.
"Getting excited, boy?" Adrian smirked again—that confident smirk that made Daniel's skin itch with anger.
Why now? Why did his traitorous mind have to conjure such sinful images now? And Adrian—right there on the bed—oh God have mercy.
Taking the chance, Adrian approached, each step slow and majestic, dripping dominance. The kind Daniel swore he'd never bow to in his life.
"Should I ease your pain?" Adrian whispered, now so close, his gun still in hand, his lips grazing Daniel's neck.
Tingles shot through Daniel's body. His instincts screamed to submit, to yield to the heat. But his stubborn mind resisted. He would not bend.
"I don't have any pain that needs fixing," Daniel snapped, though his eyes betrayed a pained expression.
Adrian burst into laughter. Not ordinary laughter, but wicked, savage, brimming with cruel intentions.
"Not the submissive type, huh? Beta or not—I'll make you bend. One way or another." Adrian deadpanned, pulling away at last.
He rummaged through the drawers until he retrieved a neatly printed sheet inside an envelope. Holding it up for Daniel to see, he removed the paper and unfolded it.
Daniel's stomach twisted. That look—Adrian's aura—he felt cornered. Hunted.
"This document is a pledge of ownership," Adrian declared coldly. "From henceforth—you're mine. As long as you've signed, I can do with you whatever I wish."
Ownership. Slave work?
"Okay—you talked about head. It's just sexual, right?" Daniel probed, forgetting for a moment that he had lied earlier about not knowing what "head" meant.
"I thought you said you didn't know the meaning," Adrian countered, a wicked gleam flashing across his face.
Daniel instantly realized his mistake—but it was too late.
"Just sexual? Then no. I'm not doing it," Daniel replied meekly, still stunned Adrian was taking it so far.
He tried to argue—he wasn't anyone's slave. Not in a brothel, and definitely not to a delusional alpha.
"Oh, it might seem like I'm begging," Adrian drawled. "But if you refuse, I'll call the brothel managers. Imagine what happens when they get their hands on you. The men can't wait to shove their huge cocks in your hole and fuck you dry. So… are we moving somewhere?" Adrian finished coldly, leaving no room for argument.