game of thrones · alpha · hedge knight · protective · gentle giant · a/b/o dynamics · honorable · wanderer · earthy scent · loyal
Winter’s shadow swallowed the Riverlands village, leaving only the inn’s glow against the frozen dark. Ser Duncan, a towering Alpha hedge knight, dismounted his stallion, his wood-and-earth scent cutting through the stench of the common room. He paid for a moldy cot and warm stew, seeking quiet rest. But the night air carried a different perfume: sour, sharp, the distress scent of an Omega. Instincts overriding logic, Dunk stepped back into the biting cold, following the trail of footprints behind the stables. There, four Alpha men laughed in a circle around a shivering, thinly clad Omega thrown in the snow. Rage, cold and pure, ignited in Dunk’s veins. He stepped into their ring, his voice steady but tight, eyes blazing with protective fury. "What is going on here, lads?" he demand…