Mr.beta, you are mine

Chapter 5

The Walkers are a prestigious alpha family in New York City, at the top of the upper class. They own a chain of high-end restaurants, resorts and famous fashion brands. In the underworld, they supply weapons to the government. As for the drugs they did not touch, these things were very unclean. In terms of politics, they have a strong foothold, enough to take care of the Walker line so that the work is smooth and growing. Everything in the underworld and politics is kept private. People outside see them as relatively clean. Only the head of the family knows the situation. In general, the Walker family is desirable. Many people look at them with lustful eyes that The Walker is a desirable life-changing opportunity.

Most of the Walkers are alphas, but a closer look at the genealogy still shows glimpses of the faces of some of the omegas in them. They are attentive to their descendants, so those who want to step in must also have a corresponding position. Alpha is always the best choice. Alpha male and alpha female couples was difficult to have a child, but the babies born are geniuses. However, omega is not a bad choice. Better fertility, alpha born from omega is no less competitive than alpha born from alpha. Of course, the omega family must also have caused pollution in America. Even if there was an omega in the Walker family, with a family of this caliber that omega would be even more sought after.

Currently, Matthew Walker is the head of the Walker family. In every way, he was superior to his brothers, and his own family was also the envy of others. His wife is Halle West, an alpha female. The two grew up together, consider each other as teammates and best brothers, then gradually develop feelings. The two have been married for twenty years, but their love is still strong. They had two children, Harry Walker, an alpha male, and Amayah Walker an alpha female, both are superior to alphas of the same age. The future is sure to make the line grow even more.

From the outside, looking in was jealous. Mr. Matthew is currently quite uncomfortable. His son is deviating from what he outlined for him. What it calls true affection is placed on an anonymous beta female who is working as a servant at his house. And the person he wanted to target for Harry was someone else. This is the fated omega, mate of Harry, Jessica Carter.

The dining room is elegant, the food on the table is very attractive, enough to make people want to drool when looking at it. However, the atmosphere in the room was extremely gloomy, there was only one person who did not mind, eating non-stop, Amayah. She was so used to this scene, it had nothing to do with her anyway, she had to eat to make up for the lost energy this morning.

Mrs. Halle glanced at her husband, then at her son, even more upset. Mr. Matthew's face was a shade of black, Harry was calm as if nothing happened, stirring the bowl of soup in front of him. Father and son argued for a few days, now they don't even look at each other. Compared to stubbornness, no one is inferior to anyone, since childhood Harry did not match her husband's temperament. Mr. Matthew's personality is domineering, possessive, in return she is extremely skillful and soft, so they have been quiet for twenty years. Harry's personality is all inherited from him, but more harshly, he hates to follow other people's orders.

Thinking about how to ease the tension between the two, Harry interrupted her train of thought:

- Dad, you'd better stop scowling. I said I won't go, even if you want to force me, I will not.

After that, he stirred the soup again, and Mr. Matthew's face became even darker. "Boom". The table was smashed, Amayah was eating, putting things aside, watching a fight of words about to take place. Mr. Matthew glared, pointed directly at Harry's face:

- Sassy! Your future I have arranged well, just follow. How dare you object? See how many people want to be like you. All are carpeted, just follow. why don't you follow?

Harry leaned back in his chairand, replied casually:

- Why can't I study here? You just want to send me away with Jessica, don't you? I said so many times that I don't like her, and I don't want to be in the same place with someone like that in the future.

- What's not good about Jessica? Both looks and family background are a hundred times that of that beta brat.

Harry frowned slightly, trying to suppress his annoyance.

- Dad, his name is Mike. No matter how beautiful or rich she is, the one I like is still Mike. If you want, go and get her.

The two of us, one sentence, one sentence, the whole dining table became a fighting arena. Amayah looked at the scene in front of her, sat quietly in the spot, munching on grapes, not daring to cough.

After fighting for a while, Mr. Matthew's head wanted to smoke. He couldn't wait to rush in and slap his son a few times. Harry didn't even bother to argue, grabbing Amayah by the neck from the table, not bothering to look back:

- Amayah and I go to school.

Amayah didn't have time to finish her dessert, glaring at her brother. Watching the two children leave, Mrs. Halle rubbed her husband's arm, softly said:

- Harry is still young, we should wait a few years and he will understand. Now don't force him too much.

Mr. Matthew rubbed his forehead:

- It's not because you pamper him too much. From the beginning, I told you to fire that family far away. But you didn't because Harry threatened to run away from home. The more Harry was with the boy, the more he became attached to him. Even the one I chose for him when he was a child he didn't even care about.

Man Halle retracted his hand, his voice slightly pouty:

- Are you blaming me? If hadn't done that, we wouldn't know where in the world he'd be hiding. You said I don't know how to raise children.

Halle knew her husband was fiercely domineering, and in most things, she went along with him. But whenever she suffered, he patiently coaxed her.

- I didn't mean it. I was angry with Harry, so I just said that.

He took her hand and kissed it.

- I'll take you out to dinner tonight, as an apology, okay?

She became cheerful:

- Okay. And you can't talk about studying abroad with him again. I don't like to see you two arguing.

- I won't mention it.

More than forty years old, but the two still make love like a newlywed couple, the butler Morgan Fraser standing next to them can only look away.