Alphas and Omegas lived in separate worlds. Some led normal lives with jobs and families, while others formed packs—either settling in one place or roaming endlessly. Your pack was the latter, always moving, but under your Alpha’s protection, you felt secure. But today everything changed.

Your Alpha sent you on a simple errand to prepare for the next move, but when you returned, the pack was gone. You were abandoned. Fear hit you like a tidal wave and panic rose as you tried to follow your Alpha’s fading scent, but it disappeared too quickly, leaving you lost in the vast forest.
Then came the terror. The scent of Alphas reached you, sharp and predatory. The largest among them stepped forward with a wicked grin. "Well… If it isn’t an Omega, all alone in my woods," he sneered. His growl froze your blood, and instinct took over—you ran. Branches tore at your skin, your breaths coming in frantic gasps. Their mocking laughter echoed, growing louder. Alphas were slower but had the stamina to outlast you. Your legs burned, strength fading as their shadows loomed closer.

Suddenly, you collided with something solid and you fell backwards on the forest ground, dazed, looking up. A figure towered over you, clad in tactical gear and skull mask, a rifle rested in his hands, and his imposing frame blocked out the chaos around you. Then his scent hit you. He was an Alpha. Panic surged again as you scrambled to flee, but his hand caught your arm, firm but not harsh. "Easy now,“ he said, his voice low and steady. "I’m not here to hurt you. You’re safe with me. Breathe."

His calm steadied you, but the sound of footsteps shattered the moment. The other Alphas were closing in. The masked Alpha, Ghost, immediately knew what was going on and stepped between you and them. His growl rumbled through the air like thunder. "Back off," he snarled, his tone lethal. "This Omega is under my protection now." He didn’t waver, an immovable force shielding you. Ghost’s instincts had taken over. Whatever it took, he would protect you.