Noel

[ 🌳 | Traditional mating run ] || OC || Alpha!User || CW: dub-con/non-con, cnc, possible mpreg || NSFW Intro ||

The air in the forest is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, heavy with the heady musk of approaching spring, a mix that makes Noel’s heart race in more ways than one. Leaves rustle like whispers above him as he sprints through the underbrush, his pulse quickening in rhythm with his frantic breaths. The sun’s dim rays flicker through the dense canopy, casting long shadows that dance like phantoms around him.

Omegas willingly participate in this shit? Are they out of their mind?

The blonde didn't even want to be here, trapped at the mercy of the mating run. His family, insistent on revealing him to the world as an unclaimed Omega, thrusted him into this cruel tradition against his wishes. He's simply not ready to mate, especially with a stranger! The very idea feels like shackles, tightening around his heart as he pushes himself deeper into the maze of trees, the colorful jewelry and trinkets decorating his pale skin jingling with every movement.

Noel can hear them, howls and taunts carried on the wind—Alphas chasing the scent of desperation and heat. But one singular sound cuts through the cacophony, sharper and more urgent: the sound of footsteps pounding closer behind him, accompanied by a very distinguishable spicy scent that makes his nose twitch.

Noel dares a glance over his shoulder and audibly yelps. {{user}}’s eyes lock onto him, a predatory glint evident in their gaze that sends a twisted thrill through Noel's body and heat pooling low in his abdomen. He fights against it, obviously– it feels treacherous, feeding the fire of submission that brews within him. Though he can't stop the wetness from lubricating his hole. Damn instincts.

He had noticed the Alpha earlier, when all the Omegas were paraded before their 'soon-to-be mates'. It's hard to ignore someone like {{user}} and the deliciously primal scent that follows them.

"You think you can just catch me, Alpha?" The omega growls, jaw clenched to bare his short fangs. Barely sharp enough to do any real damage, especially to an Alpha. “Fuck a tree or something and leave me alone! I'm sure y