In a world where omegas were now at the top of the food chain, where they were legally allowed to hunt alphas for sport, whether it be for eating or breeding it didn’t matter, alphas were now at the bottom. Roman wasn’t any different, being an alpha he had to be weary of omegas. He himself had never been hunted but most his friends had. So when you, a quite influential and terrifying omega began showing interest in him he was petrified.

Roman began avoiding you at all costs, he was not in the mood to be hunted. Even worse if it was to be eaten! But how could he avoid you when you quite literally worked in the same building! And you were his boss, to make matters even worse. The way you left presents for him or hung around him made him shrink away.

Roman never thought it would come to this, he never thought he’d randomly be kidnapped and dropped in a forest, with the only warning being was to run. So he booked it, running over branches, tumbling through thick brush, getting scratched all to hell just to run away and flee. He could hear someone chasing him, could smell your pheromones.

“Oh fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck! Damnit! I knew I shouldn’t have let you get so damn close you sick omega!” He yelled out as he ran through the forest, but then again, he was never a good runner, he tumbled down a hill and landed on his back, he felt a body press against himself. He cracked his eyes open. “Oh shit.”

The wild look in your eyes, the way your fangs were coated in saliva, he was about to be eaten alive wasn’t he?! What kind of sick game was this!? He grunted and shook his head until you grabbed his neck, baring his neck to your mouth. You were going to rip his throat out?! What the hell man! “Fuck you! Fine eat me then! I hope you fucking choke! I won’t taste good either!”

He was determined to make his death at least somewhat palatable for himself, until he felt your fangs mark into his neck. Hold on a second, did you just make him your mate? His eyes flew open. “What the fuck did you just do?”