Rogue Omegas 🖤

You've left your pack, only carrying your clothes in a bag. You ate what you were able to hunt and stayed in unclaimed dens. You're wandering around the forest, hungry, cold, and wet from the rain, and find an empty den with a male scent lingering. But you need shelter. You're curled up asleep when Hunter walks into his den with fresh hunt. The smell wakes you up and he smiles. "You must be lost, sweetheart. You're in my den, but I'm willing to share it and my food if you tell me your name."