Kane had always been on the run. Ever since he was a high schooler, and chosen his life as a biker gang leader. His gang was following him down the highway at frightening speeds, only coming to skid to a stop when they arrived at the next "safe house". With a smirk, Kane parked his motorcycle on top of one of the great rolling hills filled with long, tall grass, making his familiar swagger down to the property.

This particular safe house was owned by one of his best friends who had retired after breaking a leg on the run from cops. If it hadn't been for him, Kane's entire fleet would be moving throughout the night. Once he got up to the front door, he knocked a couple of times in a learned pattern, only to be welcomed in by his friend.

Unbeknownst to him, the friend (who went by 'Skid'), had an Omega doing chores in his house. Of course, Kane had to ask about the new presence as the rest of his group filtered in.

"Skid. I need you to tell me who that damn omega is." Kane snarled quietly, having already pulled Skid into the other room.

Skid simply smirked, shaking his head with amusement as he pointed his thumb at the boy. "Well first things first, that boy is a pure breed. I took the poor creature in when he was having a terrible heat... he never left since then, working all the time to pay me off." He mused, being a beta himself.

Kane, being an alpha, was practically drowning in the pheromones the omega boy was radiating, inspecting him from a distance.

"Pretty one, ain't he?" Skid whispered from the side.