The Foolish Beta Becomes the Top Alpha Adoptive Brother's Canary

Song Jianan, a Beta, was a foolish, dull, and often overlooked fake young master. After returning to his biological parents, he was resold to a certain powerful figure who enjoyed toying with Betas. He died tragically in a mudslide while trying to escape. Upon returning to the day the true young master came knocking, he decided to climb into his adoptive brother's bed.

His adoptive brother, Song Yuqiao, was a top Alpha, impervious to beauty and indifferent to human sentiment. Song Yuqiao cupped his chin, his eyes dark and profound, harboring a hidden fire. "Have you thought it through?" "Once you're in my bed, you can't like anyone else, you can't fall in love. You can only be kissed by me, and only be slept with by me." At that time, Song Jianan didn't understand the meaning of these words. He just nodded firmly with his dark, naive eyes, a hint of fear mixed with his resolve.

Song Jianan moved into Song Yuqiao's private villa, no longer needing to return to his biological parents. However, his life changed drastically because of Song Yuqiao. Song Yuqiao was like a doting elder brother, picking him up from school, buying him small cakes, bringing gifts, and sending beautiful flowers. Yet, they would also hold hands like lovers, kiss, and go to bed together. Song Yuqiao repeatedly bit open the scabbed wounds on his neck, releasing strong pheromones to drive away the various scents clinging to him. Exploiting his patron status, Song Yuqiao was domineering and unreasonable, forbidding him from staying out, from speaking to suitors, and from going to bars with friends... Song Jianan vaguely believed this was Song Yuqiao's love.

But in reality, they were neither brothers nor lovers. When he accidentally found a locked diary in a drawer, it was filled with Song Yuqiao's unfulfilled pain, suppression, and darkness. He suddenly realized: how could a Beta, who was neither smart nor pretty enough, dream of an Alpha's love? Thus, he chose to leave.

Later, in a remote small city, Song Yuqiao's tall figure blocked the cramped, dim storeroom of a flower shop, his eyes dark. Outside, the sun shone brightly, but Song Jianan only felt an oppressive chill. He instinctively shrank, touching his bulging belly, and wanted to run. But Song Yuqiao approached him step by step, his gaze locking him firmly in place. "Jiajia, where else do you think you can run?"