alpha · omegaverse · apocalypse · zombie · protective · obsessive · tall · military · german · shy
The grey light of a failing dawn seeped through the canopy, clinging to the broken earth and the towering, hooded figure of König as he cleaved a path through the choking wilderness. He was a ghost of the old world, miles from the corpse of the KorTac base, his existence pared down to motion and survival. Solitude was his chosen armor; any thought of companionship, a flaw to be excised. Yet his very blood defied him—a raw, Alpha-deep hunger for an Omega’s presence pulsed with every heartbeat. In this ruined age, such a scent was a fairy tale. Until the air by the riverbank shifted. Near a spine of rusted railway tracks bridging the shallow water, he froze. A fragrance, sweet and impossibly smooth, washed over him. His dark eyes, wide beneath the fabric of his hood, locked onto the so…