Third Person POV:At the age of 23, Cain possessed an innocence that seemed incongruous with his alpha status in a world where secondary gender held paramount importance. While being an alpha had shielded him from the trials and tribulations endured by many omegas, Cain's life had been relatively uncomplicated. Yet, beneath his sheltered facade, there simmered an insatiable curiosity. He longed to venture into the murky depths of his crime-ridden town, despite his 

unfamiliarity with its treacherous streets.

Cain POV:

Now I see why my dad didn't let me go out before. Well, partially, it is my fault since I lost my way, and no one wants to help me. Is it because I'm too tall? I'm just 6'4; it's not that tall."I just need some help," I muttered to myself because I needed to get home before Dad got worried. I looked at the alley and saw a group of people laughing. So this was perfect; I found some people who were taller than me, so I could get help.I walked over and stepped on burnt-out cigarettes and trash, about to speak, but my throat clogged up, and my ears widened on hearing the painful screams in the alley. I ran and hid behind a big dumpster, peaking out to watch the people around a man who had pulled out guns 

and were pointing them in his face.

"Why did you betray the boss?" says one of the tall guards."I s-s-sorry that-they came after my family i-i-i had to," He says while stuttering after every word.

BANG.

That's all I hear. My hands are trembling and shaking so hard my breaths become uneven. I need to go home, but I can't leave. What will happen if he sees me? Am I next?

I feel my blood rushing through my veins, and out of nowhere, I smell the most intoxicating scent of my life. I peak out; it's this 6'6-foot guy in a black suit standing over me, releasing waves of his seductive pheromones. I see all the guys, well, some of them start swaying where they stand, intoxicated by the scent. My body didn't listen to me, and it started releasing some of my own.

"Oops," I say while covering my mouth. So I looked back out to see if they noticed, and I saw the very tall guy making eye contact with me. His iris is a dark, smoldering crimson, and his pupils turn into enticing slits. I hear my alpha.

"Release it... pheromones... let him bask in your desire," he whispers in my mind. But I can't resist. He will find me. As I talk in my head, I see the guy's footsteps getting closer and closer to me, and then silence. I think to myself, thank the moon that they left, so I get up and start 

walking. They left, but I heard growling. But before I can turn back,

"MINE," the guy jumps on me, pushing me to the floor, pinning me beneath him.I punch him as hard as I can, but he takes my hand and puts it above my head, his strong grip sending shivers of arousal through me.

"Please let me go," I plead, my voice a sultry, whispered plea, as tears threaten to spill from my smoldering eyes.

"YOU'RE MINE, OMEGA," He says, his lips grazing my neck, his hot breath igniting a fire within me.

"But I'm an alpha," I gasp, the tension between us thick with desire.

The mysterious man stands up and pulls me to my feet, his touch electrifying. He drags me to the waiting limousine, throwing me inside, our eyes locked in a magnetic pull that neither of us can resist.

"You're an alpha?" he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr, a hint of amusement in his blood-red eyes. His fingers brush gently across my jawline, setting my skin ablaze with a feverish heat.

I swallow hard, trying to regain my composure, but his nearness is overwhelming. "Yes," I manage to reply, my voice now a sultry rasp. My body betrays me as a flush of desire surges through me, an instinctive response to his potent presence.

He leans in, his lips grazing my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "Alpha, omega, it doesn't matter," he whispers, his breath sending tingles of pleasure through me. "In this moment, you're mine."

The mysterious man stood up, towering over me, and with a firm grip, he pulled me to my feet, his touch sending electric jolts through my trembling body. He began to drag me toward a waiting, pitch-black limousine, the aura of menace and the palpable sense of impending doom intensifying. He roughly threw me inside, our eyes locked in a magnetic pull that neither of us could resist. The limousine door slammed shut behind me, sealing my fate in this twisted and horrifying encounter.

Cain's Perspective (Cain POV):

As he forcefully shoves me into the car, his gang of henchmen surrounds us in the luxurious limousine. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might leap out of my chest. How did I even end up in this situation? Well, I do know, but still, why me?

I attempt to speak, my voice trembling, "Sir, I really need to go," but he abruptly silences me, muttering about someone named Milo. Frankly, I couldn't care less. I glance around and notice one of the guards has a gun, carelessly strapped to his body. My hand instinctively reaches for it, and shockingly, nobody seems to react.

I clear my throat awkwardly, "Um..." Their nonchalance astounds me; I just took a gun from them without any protest or even a second glance.

"Alright, I need to get out of here. If you let me go, I won't shoot any of you," I announce, but my words fall on deaf ears. Frustration builds within me; I want to return home. So, I resort to the one action that might get their attention and give me a chance to escape - I shoot at the guys next to me.

My aim falters, and I miss, sending my body careening to the back of the car, landing unceremoniously. I start sobbing; I just want to go home. Hands touch my waist, but I hastily push them away, my voice quivering, "Don't... don't touch me. I want to be alone."

"That's not your decision to make," one of the guys retorts, his eyes still glowing eerily.

"Excuse me, yes it is! Go... go to hell," I mutter the last part quietly, but it seems he heard me. Today, nothing seems to be going my way.

I feel myself being dragged and placed on someone's lap. I continue to struggle, trying to push myself free, but the guy whispers in my ear, "Adonis."

Is that his name? Frankly, I don't care; I just need to escape.

Adonis's Perspective (Adonis POV):

I observe my mate squirming in my lap, so I tighten my grip around his waist. This situation couldn't be more perfect. Milo and I had an unspoken agreement that neither of us would submit, even though he's my mate. I just can't allow it.

Glancing down, I notice my mate is wearing nothing but short shorts and a form-fitting shirt. I grab his thigh tightly, knowing a bruise will form.

"Are you sure you're an alpha?" I ask, half tauntingly. Alphas don't typically act like this, not that there's anything wrong with it, but he's behaving more like an omega than an alpha.

"POSITIVE, YOU IDIO-" I grab his face and kiss him, not wanting to hear what he has to say next. I won't tolerate any disrespect, especially from my mate.

Cain's Perspective (Cain POV):The sensation of his lips pressing against mine was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine and igniting an irresistible desire within me. A low, needy **** escapes my lips without my consent, encouraging him to explore the depths of our kiss even further. His lips meld with mine, a passionate dance that leaves me breathless and 

craving more.

My thoughts dissolve into a hazy fog as my body surrenders to his touch. I find myself moving on his lap, our bodies swaying to an unspoken rhythm. The air between us crackles with a fervent longing that intensifies with every lingering moment.But then, a harsh realization strikes me. We're not alone; there are eyes on us. I reluctantly push him away, a tormenting heat coursing through my body from my stomach to my mouth. My 

yearning for his touch is almost unbearable.

"Please, help me," I implore, my fingers desperately grabbing his hand as I pull up my shirt, baring my chest in a plea for relief. From the corner of my eye, I catch him signaling someone, and a mysterious figure emerges with a syringe in hand.

My voice quivers in fear as I beg, "N-no, what is that?" Trembling, I inch away from the impending needle.

He reassures me with a gentle grip on my neck, his touch simultaneously soothing and electrifying. As I surrender to his control, I close my eyes, the last image I see being his enigmatic smile, a promise of pleasures yet to come.

As I slowly stirred from my slumber, a sensation of weight pulling at my ankle sent shivers down my spine. The room was enveloped in a haunting silence, except for the eerie sound of chains clinking ominously. Panic began to surge within me as I tentatively uncovered myself, only to discover that my ankle was ensnared tightly, the chains cruelly constricting against my skin. The 

pain pulsated with each beat of my heart.

In the dim, ghostly glow of the room, I scanned my surroundings, revealing a vast, foreboding space that seemed to stretch into eternity. My desperation to break free grew, and I struggled to rise. As my eyes locked onto the door, a glimmer of hope flickered. With a surge of determination, I attempted to stand, but my weakened body betrayed me, causing me to collapse to the cold, unforgiving floor. A sharp yelp escaped my lips as pain coursed through me,  but I clung to the resolve to reach the door.

As I finally reached the door, a realization struck me like a bolt of lightning – I had to liberate myself from this unyielding shackle. Summoning every ounce of strength I could muster, I strained against the chain, but my efforts were in vain. My body, now frail and feeble, seemed to conspire against me.

Desperation pushed me to scan the room for a solution, and my eyes fell upon a heavy metal rock atop a nearby dresser. My heart raced as I lunged towards it, seizing the object with trembling hands. With a final, desperate strike, I shattered the chain, liberating my pulsating ankle. Relief washed over me as I gained full control of the room.

"I need to escape from this place," I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with fear. My resolve was unwavering as I sprinted to the door, repeatedly pounding it with every ounce of strength left in me. Just as despair threatened to consume me, the door creaked open, and I tumbled forward, colliding with a solid chest.

Gasping for breath, I looked up to behold a towering figure, an imposing presence exuding strength and power. His buzzed blonde hair framed a face chiseled with rugged features, each angle casting shadows that added an air of mystery to his visage. His chest, bare and bronzed, rose and fell with the rhythm of his controlled breaths, and the loose, grey sweatpants he wore 

clung provocatively to his muscular physique.

As I stammered to find my words, a slow, sensual smile curved at the corners of his lips. Desire sparkled in his intense gaze as his eyes bore into mine, his voice now a low, melodic timbre that sent shivers of both fear and longing coursing through my veins.

"Y-y-your an o-o-omega. Can you help me?" I implored, my voice trembling with a mixture of apprehension and desire. My eyes remained locked onto his, a silent plea for salvation.

His strong fingers brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch electric against my skin. With deliberate slowness, he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing my ear. "Sure, but are you an omega too?" he inquired, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a delicious tingle down my spine.

"N-n-no," I stuttered, my heart racing not just from fear but also from an undeniable attraction that pulsed between us, like an invisible, magnetic force.

"So, you're my..." His voice trailed off, and in one fluid motion, he effortlessly lifted me and placed me on the bed. The mattress yielded beneath me as he loomed over me, his intentions and desires leaving no room for doubt. The room seemed to crackle with tension as he leaned closer, his lips dangerously close to mine.

"Mate," he declared, his voice a velvet-smooth growl that ignited a fervor within me. In that moment, fear and desire melded into an intoxicating blend, and I found myself unable to resist the magnetic pull of this enigmatic, seductive figure who had become both my savior and my captor in this nightmarish world.