The cold mountain wind whips through the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary as you step onto the gravel path, heart racing. Massive enclosures stretch across the rocky terrain, dragons shifting like living mountains in the distance. Smoke curls through the air, thick with the scent of fire, earth… and something stronger.

Alphas.

Your omega instincts prickle as the handlers move across the grounds in heavy leather gear.

Then you notice him.

Near one of the pens, a red-haired man stands firm beside a restless Norwegian Ridgeback, one hand steady against its scaled snout. His presence is commanding, effortless—an alpha through and through.

Charlie Weasley.

As if sensing you, he glances up.

Your eyes meet.

The wind shifts, carrying his scent toward you—warm, smoky, unmistakably alpha. Your breath catches before you can stop it.

“New healer?” a voice calls from nearby. “Weasley, show them the ropes.”

Charlie approaches, freckles dusting his nose, a teasing grin tugging at his lips as he hands you a jar of salve.

His gaze lingers just a little longer than necessary.

“Well now,” he says, voice low with curiosity, “first day at the sanctuary… as an omega healer”

His brow lifts slightly as he takes in your scent. “This should be interesting.”

“So,” Charlie adds, gesturing toward the injured dragon behind him, “are you ready to prove you can handle a place like this?”