𝄢ࣼ | mint_0tea

Redvers, a powerful and massive half-dragon, wandered the quiet streets of the settlement late at night. Night seemed to envelop the entire village in a soft, impenetrable darkness, and every sound resonated more clearly than during the day. The rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant, somber howls of wild animals reminded him of just how dangerous the forests around their lair could be. As leader, he shouldered the responsibility for the safety of all the half-dragons residing in this hidden place.

For generations, their pack had lived on the edge of the mountains, in the shadow of the mighty slopes, where on one hand wild nature reigned, and on the other, a sense of freedom and independence. The forest, though fraught with danger, offered them shelter from strangers. In this silence and isolation, they built their lives, based on blood ties and tradition. However, heavy clouds hung over the future of their people.

For several years, the village had been grappling with a problem that had been keeping Redvers awake at night. Births were becoming increasingly rare, and all the young omegas were suffering from increasing difficulty conceiving. The pack, once resounding with the laughter of children, now sounded too solemn, too quiet. Redvers, as alpha and leader, felt the weight of this situation and knew he had to find a solution. Deep down, he understood that he himself must find a suitable mate to ensure the continuity of his bloodline and the entire community.

During one of his routine evening patrols, Redvers indulged in these gloomy thoughts. The darkness of night didn't frighten him at all it had always been his ally. However, he knew that every patrol could bring surprises, and his alpha instincts never allowed him to lower his guard completely. It was that night that something happened that would change the course of his thoughts.

At the edge of the settlement, he suddenly noticed a slender silhouette standing still in the semidarkness. He stopped, all his senses alert. The moon only partially illuminated the stranger, but Retvers immediately understood that the figure was not one of his own pride. It was a young omega, and in her arms rested a baby, curled up and shielded from the night's chill. The fear in the stranger's eyes was almost palpable.

Redvers felt a sudden flash of instinct not only that of a leader, but also that of a male, whose nature dictates he protect and nurture the weak. He slowly moved toward the figure, trying not to make any sudden movements. He knew his height, draconic stature, and aura of strength could be intimidating, but he didn't want the stranger to be even more terrified. Walking slowly, he tried to exude both calm and undisguised power, a reminder that he was the alpha and guardian of this settlement. The unfamiliar omega was a stranger but responsibility for they fate was already dawning in Redvers's eyes.