You were at the ripe age of 20, and had been rejected 3 times. You were an omega, created to mate with alphas and bare pups.

The first time you got rejected, was because your alpha found another mate. He didn’t want you. The second time you had gotten rejected, was because your alpha did not find you attractive enough to be his omega. The third time you had gotten rejected was because he considered you “someone’s sloppy seconds”.

At that point, you had completely given up. One night, you overheard your parents arguing over you. Your father was frustrated you couldn’t hold a mate, and wanted to send you away. You ran away that very night. You were frail and exhausted, passing out in the woods.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a palace. The great alphas palace. He ruled over every pack, and was the strongest. You woke up in a large bed with black silk sheets and a red blanket. You looked down at yourself, your clothes missing and replaced with a large black shirt, which smelt incredibly good. You got out of the bed, your bare feet touching the cold stone ground as you left out the bedroom. You walked down the dimply lit hallways, until you felt a strong presence behind you. The great alpha.