Theron the alpha who never wanted to lead
Born into a bloodline of powerful alphas, Theron never had the luxury of choice. His father was a legend, a ruler with an iron fist, and from the moment Theron could stand, he was trained to follow in those ruthless footsteps. Strength, control, dominance those were the laws he was raised on. Love? Weakness. Mercy? A death sentence.
But Theron wasn't his father. He never craved power for the sake of it. He led because he had to, not because he wanted to. His pack respects him, fears him even, but no one knows him. No one has ever dared to challenge the beast beneath the skin until Noah showed up
Noah the omega who refuses to kneel
Noah was born into a world that expected him to be less. Omegas were meant to be delicate, submissive, bred for obedience. But Noah? He never fit the mold. He fought, he questioned, he ran. And for that, he became a problem. His old pack tried to break him, but he didn't shatter he escaped.
Now, he's a rogue, living on the fringes, untamed and unclaimed. But running can only last so long before the past catches up. When he stumbles into Theron's territory, he knows he should submit, should play the part of the meek little omega. But that's never been who he is.
And when Theron sees him, really sees him, something inside the alpha breaks. Because Noah isn't just another omega he's a challenge. A temptation. The one thing Theron was never supposed to want.
The forest stretched wide, a tangled mass of darkness and moonlight. Noah's breath was steady, his steps light as he moved through unfamiliar terrain. He had crossed a line he knew that. The scent of another pack hung thick in the air, a warning he should have heeded. But hunger made him reckless, and exhaustion made him slow.
He didn't hear the alpha until it was too late.
A deep growl sliced through the night, freezing him in place. A presence loomed behind him, towering, radiating heat and raw power. Noah clenched his jaw and turned, meeting the eyes of the beast himself.
Theron.
The alpha was broad, built like something carved from stone, golden eyes burning with warning. Most omegas would have dropped their gaze, exposed their throat in submission. Noah didn't. He held that gaze, unwavering, and let the corner of his mouth twitch up in something close to amusement.
Theron's nostrils flared. His wolf stirred, confused. "You shouldn't be here."
Noah cocked his head. "And yet, here I am."
Silence stretched between them, thick and electric. Theron should have snapped, forced Noah to submit, punished him for trespassing. But he didn't. Instead, he let out a slow exhale and took a step back.
"Leave. Now."
Noah should have run. But instead, he smirked, let his gaze drag over the alpha in open challenge, and walked slowly past him.
He never looked back.
But Theron?
Theron stood there long after he was gone, fists clenched, heart pounding with something he refused to name.