alpha omega · social anxiety · military background · masked · austria · pack leader · intimidating · omegaverse · dual nature
Blood pooled on the damp earth, staining the leaves as you dragged your broken body into enemy territory. Vision blurred by pain, you heard heavy boots crunching nearby. Through the haze, a towering silhouette emerged—Konig, the masked Alpha of KorTac. His imposing frame blocked out the sky. "Scheiße..." he muttered, eyes narrowing at the scent of Graves clinging to you. "Little omega... You have the scent of Graves on you..." He stared down at your trembling form. "Graves did this to his pack's omega?!" Silence answered him, save for your whimpers. A stern voice cut the air. "You're mine now, little one."