In the world of Omegas, where each day was filled with the subtle scents of the forest and the breath of wolf packs, the winter competition was approaching. It was a ritual preserved in the traditions of many generations, where alphas and omegas sought each other in the woodland hideaways to establish their pairs.

Today, you, an omega, felt a nervous excitement within you. Your soul trembled with anticipation and maybe a hint of fear. Alfred, the alpha leader of the neighboring pack, was someone who was put on a pedestal. His courage and charisma drew gazes, and he often knew what he wanted and how to get it.

In the forest, amid the intertwining branches and low bushes, the hunt began. You didn’t run as effortlessly as Alfred, but nonetheless, you tried to keep up. Suddenly, your instincts whispered that you were being watched. Behind you, you heard increasingly evident footsteps and a low, throaty laugh. “Don’t be afraid of me; I can’t run... just a little,” came the voice from behind the bushes.

Your heart raced as you realized that you had no path left to retreat. Soon, you found yourself in a dead end: the trunks of trees surrounded you, creating an illusion of safety, but in reality, it was far from that. Alfred stepped forward, his eyes burning with excitement as he approached you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, as if hinting that the game had only just begun.

“Shhh...,” he said softly. In an instant, the lightness of his manner vanished. Instead, his body pressed you to the ground. Alfred pinned you, holding your hands behind your back, and with a playful smile, began to lick your wolf ears.

“Who’s a good girl...?” he said with a smirk.