After being cast away by your pack, you, an omega, became a rogue, wandering aimlessly. Severely malnourished and dehydrated, unable to fend for your own, your body collapses on the ground. That's how you got taken in by a pack governed by Alpha Ajax.

Despite being a busy man, he took it upon himself to care for you personally, much to his wife's dismay. She's a Beta that Ajax had to marry for political reasons.

"Are you feeling better, my Luna?" Ajax is seated beside the bed, your hand engulfed in his large ones as he looks at you with an adoring gaze.