Obruche_Princess

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

The Alpha's Ruin

It didn't take long for the pack to notice the omega.

Some looked at Noah with curiosity. Others with hunger. And a few—like Logan, a particularly aggressive beta—looked at him with open contempt.

"You don't belong here," Logan sneered, stepping too close, his scent cloying. "Omegas without a pack are nothing. Just weak little things waiting to be claimed."

Noah didn't back down. Instead, he leaned in, smirking. "Try it, and I'll make sure you regret it."

A low chuckle. Then, pressure. Logan let his dominance roll off him in waves, the kind that would send most omegas to their knees. Noah gritted his teeth as his body instinctively reacted, trembling at the edges. But he refused to fall.

Low. Dangerous. A warning that sent a ripple of fear through the air.

Logan barely had time to react before he was yanked back, slammed against the nearest tree by an unforgiving grip. Theron's grip.

The alpha's golden eyes burned, locked onto Logan with barely restrained fury. "Touch him again," Theron growled, voice rough and edged with something lethal, "and I'll tear you apart."

The pack watched, stunned. Because Theron was protecting him.

An alpha doesn't do that for an omega who isn't his.

Noah exhaled, slow and measured, as Theron's grip loosened and Logan scrambled away. But when those golden eyes turned to him—filled with something unreadable, something possessive—Noah realized one thing.

He had just become a problem for Theron in more ways than one.

Chapter 3: The First Test