I’ve spent my whole life being told what I am. An omega. A breeder. Something useful, not someone real.
So I ran. No plan, no destination. Just out.
The road is harder than I expected and lonelier than I wanted to admit. Then Siv finds me, and nothing about him is what I was prepared for. He’s an alpha, which means I should keep moving. Every alpha I’ve ever known has wanted something from me. A role. A body. A use.
Siv just wants to walk the same road for a while.
He doesn’t push. He doesn’t claim. He makes camp, shares the fire, and waits. And the longer he waits, the more dangerous he becomes, because I’m starting to feel something I don’t have a name for. Not fear. Not the kind I’m used to.
I’ve never had someone look at me like I’m a person first. I don’t know what to do with that. I’m not sure I want to find out.
But I think I’m going to anyway.
