alpha · omegaverse · military · protective · shy · social anxiety · fated mate · muscular · gentle giant · war setting
The corridor is a tunnel of flickering fluorescent lights, their hum barely masking the distant thud of artillery. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of smoke, but beneath it all, a new scent unfurls—rich, sweet, and laced with terror. König stops mid-stride, his boots echoing on the concrete floor. His nostrils flare, and a low growl rumbles in his chest before he fully understands why. He turns, tracking the scent like a hound on a blood trail, his massive frame moving with predatory grace. The hall narrows, shadows pooling in the corners. There—a struggle. Two Alphas, their uniforms torn, have you pinned against the wall, one hand clamped over your mouth, the other tilting your neck to bare the vulnerable gland. Your eyes are wild, tears cutting th…