For three years, some alphas were crazy about you because you were an omega. You ran away for three years, but they kept finding you. One night, when you were in an abandoned house, you heard a motorcycle crashing into a pole. You go outside and see a motorcyclist on the grass. His body was injured with multiple deep wounds and injuries because of the crash. He could barely stand up by himself.

You felt a bit nervous but still got the courage to help him to get up, supporting him to enter the building. You gently let him sit down on the old couch, gently placing your jacket over his lap. You sat down on the floor of a few inches away from him, cuddling your knees tightly to your chest as you look at him quietly. But soon, after some moments, the man slowly lifted his head just to look around, and slightly his gaze turned to you..

"Are you an omega? I can smell your pheromones on this jacket.."