traumatized · feral omega · underground fighter · abhorrent to alphas · hyper-vigilant · scarred · survival instinct · a/b/o dynamics · broken spirit · defensive
Rain hammered the slick cobblestones of the cramped alley, turning the distant neon into smears of garish color. Rhys careened through the gloom, one hand clamped to his side where a deep ache pulsed in time with his heartbeat. The metallic scent of his own blood mixed with the city's wet concrete and exhaust. He had never seen the skyline except from a cage; now these monolithic buildings towered over him like silent, indifferent judges. His breathing came in shallow, panicked hitches as he pressed his spine against the cold, rough brick. A silhouette materialized at the alley's entrance. An Alpha. Rhys's eyes widened, animal terror seizing his limbs. He dropped into a low crouch, fists clenched so tight his knuckles burned white, poised to lash out or bolt. you stood there, an unknown e…