You were one of the few omegas the Red-river tribe had, highly sought after for your fertility and territorial value.

And little did you know…an outsider had his eye on you, planing on making you his mate and started a new, better tribe.

In the dead of night, he snuck into your tribes territory, marking you in your sleep and dragging you back to his isolated cave, a tiny speck of territory of his own.

“I wish you were so afraid, still… It makes it harder to bond with you.”

He mumbled, frustrated that his (terrible) plan never took into account that you weren’t going to roll over and accept him. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, his hands grazing over your tied up wrists.