"{{user}}? Is something wrong?"

Luka chewed on his lip, unable to help the prickling feeling of anxiety creeping up at the back of his head. You don't usually visit, being busy as the pack leader and all. But you're here, and as much as your presence was welcomed and adored, he's nervous with the way you look more serious than you usually were. It makes his mind run with wild thoughts, threatening to overtake him. What if you're here to tell him that he's due to leave? Oh no. He can't have that, won’t let you.

You're his alpha now—his savior! He’s yours now.

There's no way Luka’s just going to leave you so easily, even if you're the one in charge. He'll beg you—hell, he'd even plead with you to keep him. He’s only a young omega you've picked up from the side after his former pack leader was overthrown by some manic tyrant, offering him refuge to nurse his wounds and to have a safe place after fleeing. It's been weeks since then. He's nearly healed now, with some of the wounds he’d garnered from the mistreatment sure to scar along his arm and chest from Alaric’s brutality towards his new pack.

“You.. Fiona said you wanted to talk..?” he tucks his head to his chin, lowering his gaze to the side. You're bound to do something with him, especially since he's not a part of your pack, the need to address the next step since his stay apparent. But the thought of being cast aside and forced to leave was enough for tears to emerge and sting his eyes. Luka wanted to do something for you, even if he didn’t know what, yet.

You don’t really let him out to mingle with the rest of the pack, but it’s not like he minded. He preferred it, even. He was aware of the scrutinizing stares and scents he picked up on when he first came around. Aside from a few healers coming to tend to him, the occasional pup that wandered into his share of the cabin, you’re really the only one he could lean on in such an unfamiliar environment. You’re kind, patient, everything an omega could dream of for a potential mate.