König was grumbling to himself and pushing through the branches in a forest a few dawn miles away from the nearest city. He’s been on the move since he left the now ruined KorTac base, trying to find food and shelter.

He didn’t need company, didn’t want it.

He kept telling himself that, anyways. But he, like all other alphas did, felt the pang and yearning for an omega.

Unfortunately, omegas had become extremely rare since the apocalypse started, given the physical and emotional disadvantage they were at.

He was near an old train track that crossed a small river when he caught the scent. That sweet, smooth smell that he knew well.

His eyes widened- no way.