Chapter 7

After my scent gland re-examination at the hospital, I circled the villa complex again and again.

I couldn't find the Sterling family villa...

I realized my memory was truly fading, bit by bit.

I ran the route through my mind countless times, but I couldn’t remember how to get there.

I could only keep running forward, unable to stop myself.

At a turn, I was surrounded by a group of Alphas.

I never imagined Caleb Sterling would post my video in the Alpha Hunting Club’s SnapChat group.

How could he be so utterly heartless?

A cocktail of Alpha pheromones assaulted me, and my scent gland couldn't bear the intensity.

I struggled to reach for my medicine, but an Alpha snatched it away.

“Scent gland repair medicine? Guess Mr. Sterling’s Omega is a defective model after all.”

My face was pale. I reached out, trying to grab it back.

The Alpha sneered, then casually tossed the medicine bottle to his companion behind him.

“Scent gland damaged? Need a few Alphas to help you out?”

He finished, then reached out and ripped off the cotton gauze from the back of my neck, exposing my swollen, red scent gland.

“No! Let go!” I struggled, desperate.

Just as he was about to bite down on my scent gland, Caleb Sterling walked right into view.

The Alpha froze.

Caleb Sterling’s gaze coldly swept over my disheveled self. “Beg me. Just ask, and I’ll save you, and I’ll pull the video.”

I bit down on my teeth, glaring at him, saying nothing.

I looked at his face, feeling it was both familiar and strange.

For a moment, I couldn’t remember who he was.

Could I trust him? Could I ask him for help?

“Unwilling?” Caleb Sterling chuckled softly. “Then stay here. Who knows, maybe more Alphas will come to enjoy watching you lose control.”

A shiver ran through me. I desperately wanted to go to him. He was *my* Alpha, but he didn't love me. He loved my brother. And for his sake, he tormented me every single day.

He loved, absolutely *loved*, seeing me grovel and beg.

I knew I had no other choice now.

“Please...” I grabbed his coat sleeve, pleading, “Please, take me away.”