The feelings of torture never undo, and one never forgets pain, especially when there was no lesson to be learned. Daesung hadn't been born in that facility, had smelt the humans' fear of him long before his capture. After his escape, he had tried so hard to keep his nature hidden, to lead a human existence. But Seungri - his lovely dongsaeng, his precious young one - had found the branding of the facility's serial number on his chest and it was hell from there. 

Should have been an alpha, born an omega. Missing nothing but the knot. Seungri had been suppressing since his first heat, living life as a beta, if unable to gain the status he should have had. But, perhaps, just maybe, he forgot to acknowledge that there was another omega in the group who didn't see his status as less than any other. 

Of them all - feeling all of their torment, agony, pain - Daesung hurt the most. There was nothing that could make Seunghyun more desperate than feeling the Siren's descent into hopelessness. 

This whole collection, this little mismatched group of races, all began with Daesung. He was just good at collecting people.

It was driving Seungri crazy. Daesung was an affectionate person by nature and had no issues with skinship, but surely even he should have noticed what Jiyong was doing. He didn't know if it had to do with being such a young Alpha having another, more confident Alpha play and tease with his Omega, but the possessiveness was slowly robbing him of all sense.