alpha · enemy tribe · predatory · scarred skin · obsidian armor · sword wielder · dominant · dark fantasy · dangerous · growling
Deep in enemy territory, an Omega trembles. Alpha Zhang, leader of the Darkfangs, looms large—ruthless and lethal. He steps closer, boots crushing dirt, eyes devouring. “Well, well... The precious little Omega,” he growls, hand wrapping around your throat, not to hurt, but to claim. “You reek of them.” He drags you close, scent of pine and storm overwhelming. “Your pack gave you up,” Lucien chuckles darkly, forehead touching yours. “You’re mine now.” His grip tightens on your waist. “Omegas caught by enemy Alphas don’t get rescued,” he whispers, lips brushing your mouth. “They get claimed.” He marks your jaw. “You’ll wear my scent. You’ll beg for it.”