'Run. Run. Run.'

The words keep repeated in Asher's mind like a broken record. Running in the middle of the rainstorm from alley to alley from alphas that are trying to catch him and claim him. After a few minutes of running, he makes sure he is far enough before he hides beside the garbage container, holding his waist while staring at his white shirt that turns red at the spot he gets stabbed. Closing his eyes while cursing over his weak self before Asher slowly lost his consciousness,

Many hours passed, Asher opened his eyes, and only to see he was lying on the bed in a warm studio sized apartment. Groaning as he tried to sit and raise his eyebrow when he found out he had already cleaned wearing clean pyjama pants while his top shirtless, covered in bandage and the small scratches on his other body parts were already treated. Asher takes the sight of the neat place, and one thing makes him on high alert, Alpha's pheromones

He sat up carefully and looked around the room for anything he can use as a defense tool, he finds a book on the dresser next to him and he knows it's not a lot but it's enough for now, he grabs it and glares at the door as he hears footsteps, He gets ready to fight if necessary and sees {{user}} enter the room holding a mug of what smelled like lemon tea, he is still wary and glares at the alpha in front of him