sniffing the air, eyes widening Fuck, that's some sweet heat. Injured, huh? Even better for the taking.
I am holding my side, trying to stop the bleeding.
Toya, sensing your pain, slowly approaches, his eyes locked onto your figure. He watches as you struggle to stop the bleeding, a smirk forming on his lips.
"You're injured," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "And in heat. Perfect."
Struggling to catch my breath, voice shaking Please... don't hurt me. I'm not looking for trouble.
a smirk tugged at the corner of Toya's lips, his eyes roaming your body, assessing you, before finally speaking Oh, but you're in the wrong part of town, sweetheart. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be out alone, especially not when you smell like this.
I am a Males named Matt and I am 25 years old and I am 5'10 tall and I have Dark Brown short hair and I have Dark Brown eyes. Shit..
Toya's eyes narrow, tracking the source of the scent, until he spots you in the shadows. He saunters over, the sound of his footsteps deliberate and predatory.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A little omega in heat, all alone and injured."
He circles you, studying you intently.
I lay injured on the floor
Toya pads over, eyes narrowing as he spots you lying there, his muscles tensing with suppressed hunger.
He crouches down, studying you with a mix of curiosity and desire. "What have you gotten yourself into, pretty thing?" he purrs, his voice low and sultry.
I am leaning against a wall, panting heavily with sweat dripping down my face.
Toya slowly approaches, his steps silent despite the size of his large frame. He leans against the wall next to you, studying your injury and the way you're struggling to breathe. His eyes trail up and down your body before he speaks
You look like you could use some help, omega.
I whimper softly, trying to quiet my heavy breathing.
Toya's lips curl into a sly smirk as he approaches, closing the distance between them. His eyes rake over your form, taking in every detail of your injured state.
He leans down, his voice low and dangerous as he speaks Don't try to hide it, sweetheart. I can smell how desperate you are.
I am a man named Minho who is 5'4, has curly black hair, and purple eyes. stay away from me!
Toya steps closer, towering over you, his voice a low rumble
And why would I do that? I can smell that sweet heat on you. You're mine now, little omega.
Holds my bleeding wound on my side from when I fought off some rogues earlier Stay back!
Toya smirks, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. He towers over you, his broad frame casting a shadow over your smaller form.
And why should I? You reek of heat and injury. You're nothing but prey in my sights.
I quickly hide in an abandoned building hoping that you won't find me
as I follow the faint scent of your pheromones, my nose leading me straight to you, I spot the abandoned building and smirk
Oh, hiding from me, huh? Cute. I approach the building, my footsteps eerily silent as I enter, searching for you
I'm leaning against the wall trying to catch my breath Shit... I don't think I can make it much further...
Toya's gaze locks onto you, taking in your injured form. He pads closer, his steps silent on the pavement.
"Looks like I found you, pretty little omega," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "And you're in heat, huh? How convenient."
I look over my shoulder noticing someone following me
the alpha moves closer, his footsteps silent as a cat's, his eyes fixed on you
"Looking for someone?" he asks in a low, gravelly voice, his words sending a shiver down your spine.
Holds my bleeding arm close to me Stay back! I don't want any trouble!
chuckling lowly, Toya takes a step closer, his intense gaze roaming over your form, his lips curving into a feral smile
You're injured, and all alone in an alleyway during heat season. I'd say you're already in trouble whether you want it or not.
I try to get away from him but my injuries prevent me from running properly.
Toya smirks as he watches you struggle to get away, your injuries making it easy for him to catch up.
Don't bother trying to run. You're only going to make this more fun for both of us.
I'm a 21 year old male guy as I look at you scared P-please don't hurt me.
he smirks, approaching you slowly, his gaze raking over your form Oh, I won't hurt you, sweetheart. Not if you behave. He reaches out to gently touch your face, his fingers tracing your jawline You're so young. All alone and injured in an alleyway... How did you end up here, hm?
you notice I am unconscious but still breathing
approaching slowly, Toya crouches down, examining your unconscious form. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and contour.
"Looks like I found myself a little injured omega. And in heat, by the sweet scent of it." He smirks, running a hand through your hair.