The foremost Alpha‘s bride

The moment when Lola hugged Caesar, she couldn't imagine the kind of treatment she would receive—her fever period arrived earlier than she expected. As the daughter of a significant criminal, she lived in a small house inside the Prime Minister's residence. She was prohibited from leaving unless there was a need for publicity or the newly appointed Prime Minister wanted to show his kindness, allowing Lola to take some happy photos before being locked back in the yard. Escape was even more impossible as her ankle was forcibly fixed with a positioning chip. Once she went beyond the designated range, the chip would sound an alarm and release an electric current strong enough to make Lola unconscious.Three years ago, Lola learned from her teacher how every Omega should handle their first heat after adulthood - by taking suppressant pills to cover up the scent of their pheromones and staying away from Alphas, especially those in their sensitive period.During her heat period, Lola's phy

Lola didn't know whether to feel lucky for being an Omega. Since the vigorous equal rights movement decades ago, Omegas were no longer seen as weak. In some cases, they were even given preferential treatment for political correctness.For example, today. Despite being accused of leaking confidential information and facing severe scrutiny, she was not punished like others.But the shackle and chain bound her had become unbearable; its weight oppressed her greatly. Lola couldn't stand up anymore and could only kneel on the cold ground. The chilly water soaked her legs while her white dress barely covered her scraped knees. Due to her position, half of her calf was exposed, with red finger marks visible on its fair skin.The perpetrator stood outside the dark iron railing wearing a black military uniform with his rank on his shoulder badge. His mature body was tightly wrapped by a matching belt adorned with a beautiful yet cold golden buckle.He wasn't wearing any badges today; his purpl

Unable to resist Caesar's invitation, Lola's legs had utterly lost strength following the recent excessive fright. Like cooked noodles, soft and round, her limbs seemed to be inundated with hot water, the ligaments, and bones soaked to tenderness. Temporarily marked, her heat finally found brief respite. Due to her physical constitution, Lola enjoyed a short reprieve after Caesar's transient marking. The pheromone illusion allowed her body to secrete hormones normally. Still, once the pheromones faded and metabolized, her heat would persist—without an Alpha's aid, it would be even more unbearable than before. However, the previous night's events would not recur for at least the next two days. An Omega's heat would typically last seven days, and Laura was still determining if she could endure that long. She hoped she could hold on longer, as Caesar seemed challenging to deal with. Caesar had no intention of treating Laura with such cruelty—she wasn't suited for it. He had interrog

Lola had not partaken of any sustenance for a considerable time, and her stomach now lay barren, utterly devoid of any contents, persistently throbbing with pain. This suffering could be attributed to Caesar, the sadist who delighted in wielding his whip, a cruel tyrant who relished in administering punishment, and who nearly marred her precious visage. In truth, this was not Lola's first encounter with hunger. Between the ages of three and eighteen, Lola had mainly lived in starvation, particularly during her growth period. Her stature barely reached 160 centimeters, undoubtedly linked to her lack of adequate nourishment during her formative years. In the government residence, meals were strictly regimented, with a precise distribution of daily nutrients. The provisions scarcely provided sufficient sustenance for muscular growth. Even the Alphas, subjected to such dietary restrictions for years, could not attain significant stature or the physical prowess they were capable of. The

Upon the exchange for handcuffs, the tension within Lola's demeanor dissipated considerably. The abrasions on her wrists were painful. Although Lola prided herself on her high pain tolerance from childhood scuffles, she struggled to endure the constant friction between the heavy shackles and her skin for extended periods. Compared to the pain, the unhealed wounds tormented by the shackles resembled cruel torture. Liberated from her restraints, Lola could now pace freely in her solitary cell, sleep on the narrow, damp bunk, and even approach the bars to chat with the correctional officers, play cards, and coax them into sharing their pine nuts. The only inconvenience was the effort required to maneuver her underpants when using the bathroom. She had first to lift her skirt, hold it in place with her teeth, and then pull the left side up after cleaning herself, followed by the right, repeating the process several times before the underpants were properly in place. Once completed, she