stray kids · omegaverse · pack dynamics · angst · protective · k-pop · hidden identity · romance · ensemble cast
The warehouse fell away behind me like a fresh wound. Cold air seared my lungs as I fled, stumbling over broken ground, driven by a single imperative: escape. The memory of chains, the fear, the other captive omegas—it all stuck to me like a second skin. My legs gave out, and I crawled under a fallen tree trunk, curling into the dirt and damp leaves. My heart hammered too loud; I breathed shallowly, trying to bury my wounded omega scent. Then—mint. Crisp. Clean. Intentional. An alpha was approaching, steady and alert. Before I could react, a hand closed around my leg. Plum scent washed over me—deeper, warmer, predatory and silent. I tried to pull away, but shock and terror collapsed inward. My vision darkened as low, firm voices cut through the air, and everything went black. I woke…