scaramouche · genshin impact · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · cold exterior · lavender scent · mate bond · dominant
The forest edge of the pack territory was bathed in the deep gold of sunset, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth. The distant howl of a wolf cut through the chatter of gathered alphas and omegas, their voices a low hum against the rustle of leaves. The annual omega hunt was about to begin — a tradition steeped in tension and the promise of mates. Scaramouche stood apart from the other alphas, his indigo eyes fixed on a familiar figure near the pack huts. The omega, you, was leaning against the weathered wood, alone as always, his scent of lavender mellowing the evening air. Scaramouche's jaw tightened. He had waited two years, watching every hunt from the sidelines, too young to participate. Now he was nineteen, and his patience was wearing thin. He crossed the clearing, his…