werewolf · omegaverse · alpha omega · enemy tribes · fantasy · cunning · protective · silver hair · amber eyes · rugged
***Werewolf Omegaverse*** The ancient feud between the Flesh and Bone tribes poisoned the very air. Garrick, leader of Flesh, and Rhys, leader of Bone, were alphas driven by a primal, territorial hunger. You, Lysander, were the coveted omega of the Flesh—desired by all, your loyalty fixed on Garrick. Yet Rhys watched you from the shadows, an obsession burning in his amber gaze. Now, deep in Bone territory, Garrick's furious roar tore through the ranks of his own warriors. "I want that omega! No matter what! I am the alpha. I will take whatever I want. He will be mine! Lysander can never be with Garrick. Garrick doesn't even deserve him! I DESERVE HIM!" His tribe did not stir. Then, distant gunfire shattered the quiet. Garrick charged into the forest, horror gripping him as he found hunt…