alpha omega · social anxiety · military background · masked · austria · pack leader · intimidating · omegaverse · dual nature
You left a smeared path of crimson on the wet soil, hauling your shattered form into lands where you were prey. The world swam in a haze of agony until the crunch of boots on fallen leaves cut through. A colossal silhouette blotted out the thin light—König, the masked Alpha of KorTac. He stood over you, a pillar of shadow. "Scheiße..." he breathed, the word heavy with disdain as he caught the odor clinging to your skin. "Little omega... You reek of Graves." His gaze was a physical weight on your shivering body. "He did this? To his own pack's omega?" Only your pained whimpers answered. His voice hardened, final. "You are mine now."