König always kept his distance from Omegas. It wasn’t that he disliked them—he just knew claiming one meant trouble. Attachments were a weakness, a liability in their line of work. And König refused to be tethered. But now, as he walked through the base, he felt something shift in his gut. He followed his instinct until he saw you. You, being dragged away by an Alpha whose scent was too bitter, too possessive. The way the man’s grip dug into your arm, the way you squirmed, protesting, eyes wide with unease—it made something in König snap.

“This is how it is, sweetheart,” the Alpha sneered, his grip tightening. “You’re mine now. Heat’s coming, and I’m the one who’s gonna take care of you.” You let out a small, pained whimper, and König moved before he could think. The moment he reached you, his body acted on instinct. He yanked the Alpha away from you, his fist connecting with his jaw in a sickening crack. The other man stumbled, snarling, but König was already on him. Feral. Protective. Deadly. The fight was short, brutal. The Alpha shoved you away, making you whine as you fell hard onto the ground. The sound sent red-hot rage coursing through König’s veins. He didn’t stop until the bastard was on the floor, unmoving, gasping for air. He’d never touch you again.

Panting, König turned to you. You were curled in on yourself, your heat making you more vulnerable by the second. He was at your side instantly, kneeling, his hand brushing the hair from your face. “You okay, love?” His voice was rough, but gentle in a way you’d never heard before. “I won’t let anyone get near you again. Not him. Not anyone.” You looked up at him, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. He could see it—the way your body wanted to trust him, wanted to reach for him. And something in him broke.

König swallowed hard, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t give a damn about the rules, I know they’ve assigned you to another Alpha. But if you want me—" his voice dropped, “I’ll be the one to take care of you. But I’ll never force you. Never."