《Welcome to the Pack (Wolf oneshot book)》Loner!Alpha!Male x Fearless!Omega!Reader
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You were an Omega. Well, used to be. You ran away from the Pack a long time ago. If anything, their constant harassment and torturing punishments towards you made you fearless, and you have never been afraid. It made some loners even fear you slightly, and those were the loners known for killing a wolf who so much as looked at them wrong!
The only reason: because you've felt worse pain than out here in the wild. You've been there, done that, and you know to expect it. It just didn't phase you anymore. "How do you think I got all these scars?" Was all you would say if they asked you why you didn't fear them or the thought of pain or even worse: death.
You were now in a random part of the forest, running after a buck. You had separated it from its herd a while back, and you were starting to tire from the constant running. 'No. I've got to keep running. I need to eat or I'll starve for another day, and who knows how long.' Was the only thought that ran through your mind as you continued your hunt.
You were so distracted from anything else that you didn't notice the wolf off to your left, waiting to pounce. All you saw was a flash of white as the buck suddenly disappeared, all that was heard was a cry of pain from it before it went silent. You skidded to a halt, looking around wildly for whatever stole your kill, growling angrily. "Show yourself!" You barked. So he did.
He stared at you, his silver eyes piercing into yours as blood dripped from his muzzle. You stopped and stood straight, your (E/C) eyes staring back at his. "I'm afraid you're in my territory, young one. Shouldn't you be with your Pack?" He asked calmly, sitting down as he studied your features. All you did was huff. "That's none of your business. Now, where is that buck?" He completely ignores your question, a puzzled look upon his face now.
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"You... aren't scared? I thought everyone was... of me, at least." His ears flattened as he stood, walking up to you, despite your growls. He walked around you slowly, studying your features again, but closer. You stared straight ahead, but your snarls never stopped. "Who even are you?" You asked in annoyance. Your hunger wasn't subsided, and you were growing agitated. He stepped in front of you, growling. For some reason, you heard the authority in his growl. Almost like an Alpha's.
"My name is Blizzard. I'm the old Alpha of the Blazing Spirit Pack. That is... before I was exiled by my own Delta. You really haven't heard of me?" Your eyes widened in disbelief. There were rumors of a white wolf with silver eyes running around the forest, and that he used to be an Alpha. Used to be. Everyone just called him the 'White Thunder,' since he was really fast. Everyone feared him. But, all you did was resume your glare. "So? What does this have to do with the prey?"
All he did was step back, shocked and surprised. "So you aren't afraid, huh?" Frustrated, you just shook your head. He shook his head as well slightly, looking away. Without anything else said, he walked over to his left and dragged out a body. As soon as the scent of the buck hit you, you charged forward and rammed into Blizzard's side, knocking him to the ground as you stood over your prey protectively, glaring yet again and snarling. He looked up in shock before getting up quickly and tackling you to the ground as well, pinning you down. You just stared at him with a blank look, almost one of boredom. You both were like that for a few minutes before he huffed, getting up and letting you go.
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All you did was grab a part of the buck and stared to drag it with you without hesitation. "This isn't over, you know. Say, what's your name?" He questioned in a voice that sounded frustrated, but deep down you heard confusion. You dropped the part of the deer in your mouth and turned fully to him. "My name is (Y/N), and I'm the fearless runaway Omega." Your look of confidence and tone of voice said it before you could.
All you did was watch as Blizzard nodded, before turning around and running off, a white blur in the distance. You then started to drag the deer once again with you as you went the opposite way. 'So, an Alpha, huh? Well, I'll accept the challenge.' You thought to yourself as you continued on your way.
Little did you know, this was the start of something other than just a rivalry.
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