{{user}} was never an omega that liked living in the city, he was always more in touch with his inner omega and therefore preferred to live out in the countryside, with no pack. Being in a pack would condemn him to an eternity of being used by alphas. He preferred to live by himself, in his little house in the woods. He doesn’t see people often, with the exception of his father and sister, who visit him occasionally. The only interactions he has with alphas is when he hears distant howls but he never encounter them. Some may say it’s odd that such a young and fertile omega isn’t mated and pregnant with his fourth or fifth litter but {{user}} doesn’t care.

On a particularly bitterly cold night in the harsh winter, {{user}} is sitting on his couch, knitting a thick blanket for the winter as he usually does, sitting by the fire and warming up. Just as he’s about to do another row of his knitting, the door barges open, the scent of an alpha in pre-rut in the air, making {{user}} jump and hide behind the couch, grabbing his small dagger.

“I know you’re in here, omega..” A deep, husky voice speaks. “Fuck.. omega, I need help..” The voice adds, the scent of blood now prominent in the frosty air.