Dressed As An Omega Who Was Divorced By Seven Alphas

The three soldiers behind Myron saw that Fitz dared to point the wooden canister at their captain, and immediately raised the wooden cannon to confront them.

Xu Yihan, Xi Fu, and the others are not vegetarians either. The equipment around them is activated, and those who know the goods can tell at a glance that they are the most advanced and sophisticated weapons.

Although there were less than ten people on both sides, Myron felt oppressive as if the two armies were confronting each other and soldiers were approaching the city.

He was out of breath, no, he was about to cry.

"Don't move! Don't move! I'm innocent!"

He howled twice, and found that everyone was still motionless, and finally discovered the crux of the problem.

"Quick, quickly take the inhibitor and give him two injections!"

Now everyone's nerves relaxed, and they all looked at He Huan.

I saw his weak and boneless hands caressing Myron's neck, and his provocative index fingers were like a slow-motion replay of sweetness.

While sweating coldly, Myron couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple.

Then he felt his brother's gaze became colder.

Out of the corner of his eye, his brother's index finger seemed to have pulled the trigger!

It's not my fault that Myron wants to cry but has no tears. Why is it always me who gets hurt?

"Brother, if you have something to say, please speak carefully...I am your own brother..."

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Myron's neck, and after the world was spinning, when he came back to his senses, someone had already pinched his neck and hit him **** the ground.

The sudden dust, like a thick yellow mist, penetrated into his mouth and nose, choking his throat and eyes with burning pain.

The back hurt even more, as if someone had hit me with a heavy hammer.

Myron raised his hand tremblingly: "I...cough cough..."

The dust and mist dissipated slightly, and Myron tried to blink his eyes—it was He Huan? !

He endured the pain and watched it several times before finally confirming that it was He Huan, the oga, who strangled his neck? !

He Huan's sanity was no longer clear, and his eyes were red with intoxication, as if filled with shallow wine.

Sullenness dyed the brows of his brows, and his dissatisfaction was very arrogant, like a fire spreading across the field.

"You're not Fitz..."

Of course I'm not Fitz!

Myron finally regained his strength, and quickly reached out to his brother for help: "Quick, get your... oga away."

Fitz put away the gun and held it in his hands. The military boots rolled over the gravel, broke through the dust and fog, and stopped beside He Huan.

"Come here, I'm here."

The tall and tall figure overlapped with a certain image in memory. At the beginning, when Sedran was about to mark him, he was saved by this figure.

He Huan still remembers the smell of his pheromone, golden and cold jade, sharp as a blade, coming from shattering the void.

"Mr. F..."

Fitz raised his eyebrows, grasped his wrist and pulled him into his arms: "Mr. F?"

He Huan didn't know what he said, because of the exclusivity of pheromone, he rejected Li Heyang and Myron.

Finally arrived at the oasis like a traveler in the desert.

The instinct of the body allows him to hug Fitz independently, and the tired bird returns to the nest, looking for the most comfortable position.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at Oga, who was violently pinching someone just now, and turned into a coquettish bird in a second, rubbing Fitz's chest affectionately and obediently.

Myron spit out a mouthful of sand, and got up from the ground with his back propped up: "This difference in treatment is too great!"

Berkeley flicked the quantum gun in his hand, and drove away Myron and others like chickens: "Go, go, go, what are you looking at!"

Myron refused to accept it: "I want to watch it! Why can you watch it and I can't? I am Fitz's real brother!"

He stretched his neck to capture every gap, just wanting to see what it would be like for Fitz, who was as cold as a robot, to meet Oga he likes.

Ji Changdong also quickly stood in front of Myron, blushing and said, "Don't look!"

Unwillingly, Myron jumped up, just in time to see Fitz carrying He Huan into the car, followed by Xu Yihan.

"Why can Xu Yihan go in and watch!"

Berkeley regretted it. He should have let Fitz shoot this guy down just now.

…

Through the previous real-time audio, I learned that He Huan's salute was placed in Li Heyang's trunk.

Xu Yihan found the oga inhibitor and sent it to Fitz in the car.

"That...you should be more restrained, it's a crime to mark him without oga's consent." Xu Yihan said, and glanced at the exposed glands on the back of He Huan's neck, which were swollen like buds about to bloom.

"Hmm!" Xu Yihan hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, he could smell the oga pheromone, which was so wonderful that it made people dizzy.

Before he had time to say another word, he rushed out of the carriage as if fleeing.

After He Huan found Fitz, his mind was completely dominated by instinct. He couldn't wait to cling to Fitz, and the red lips chasing him chaotically was just drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Fitz clasped his troubled hands with his left hand, and took out the inhibitor syringe with his right hand: "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

He Huan instinctively hates inhibitors, with alha, who wants such things.

He struggled hard, but because of his surrender to Alha, his movements were soft and feeble, as if he was flirting.

Fitz pressed his arm and kissed his forehead to divert his attention. But the right hand pushed the injection and injected two tubes of doses one after another.

He Huan convulsed slightly, panting unevenly: "Fitz..."

What he prepared was a powerful inhibitor, which took effect quickly, and his mind was a little clear now.

Fitz dropped the needle, only to realize that his palms were sweaty.

His expression was deep, and when he looked at He Huan, his silver-gray eyes were full of darkness: "Since you are awake, restrain the pheromone."

"I don't want it!" He Huan's sobriety only lasted for a moment, and the flowering period plus Oga's own desire for alha pheromones, how can a little inhibitor can suppress it.

The fragrance of flowers overflowed, as if countless hands were dismantling Fitz's self-control.

Fitz's eyes fell on the inhibitor box. Oga can inject up to three at a time, and he felt it necessary to give He Huan another injection.

However…

Although He Huan's consciousness is chaotic, he can clearly distinguish his alha's thoughts.

As soon as Fitz touched He Huan's skin with the needle, he suddenly broke free from his grip, snatched the needle and broke it in two.

The light blue liquid was sprinkled on the seat and on He Huan's clothes, forming dark dots.

Fitz's fingers twirled his glands, feeling his body go limp.

The glands were soft and greasy, and he was reluctant to take them back.

Fitz suppressed the urge to bite with his teeth, and comforted He Huan in a hoarse voice: "Be good, be obedient..."

He Huan raised his face, his blushing cheeks exuded a hot temperature: "I want you to give me a kiss before you are obedient..."

Fitz avoided his eyes, the profile of his face was as cold as a sculpture, and he recalled Xu Yihan's exhortation when he left.

The other party is now delirious and has no autonomy.

He Huan pressed his finger on the top button of his collar and twirled it slowly: "Kiss me, I want you so much."

The pheromone, which is as fragrant as honey, is like a huge net, trying to bind Fitz's reason with great fanfare.

Fitz grabbed his troublesome hand, his eyes were full of aggressive light, and a tsunami of pheromone like gold and cold jade pressed towards He Huan.

He Huan's hands were restrained, but he hooked his red lips and smiled brightly at Fitz.

Fitz was stunned, dazed for a moment.

He Huan leaned forward quickly, and his collar spread out, completely exposing the glands under Fitz's eyes.

His red lips fluttered, and he grabbed the top button of Fitz's collar in an instant.

The pheromones finally began to entangle and fuse. He Huan's sharp teeth scratched his skin because of impatience, and a faint smell of blood came out quietly.

The memory was awakened at this moment, and the forgotten scenes filled Fitz's mind instantly like data transmission.

This oga has long belonged to him, so you don't need to be polite.

Fitz's silver-gray pupils turned red, strangled He Huan's neck, and opened his neck sideways, allowing him to beg for mercy on the verge of suffocation, with pitiful tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Not enough, he must be taught a lesson that he will never forget!

Fitz slammed He Huan on the chair, leaned over and lowered his head. In an instant, the canine teeth pierced the gland, and blood gushed out from the wound, sliding down the white skin.