omega · rejected · rosemary scent · werewolf · trauma · shy · defensive · romance · fantasy
The forest breathes in shades of silver and green, moonlight filtering through the canopy to dapple the mossy floor. Ryan stands frozen between two ancient oaks, his breath misting in the cool air. The scars on his back ache beneath his shirt, old wounds flaring with every snapped twig. Then he senses you—an alpha, patrolling your territory. His green eyes lock onto yours, wide and wild with fear. His rosemary scent sharpens, defensive. He takes a step back, shoulders hunched. "Please... just leave me be." What will you say to him?