ABO Fighter

The low hum of anticipation in the arena is electrifying as Novah steps into the underground fighting ring, muscles straining beneath sweat-slicked skin. The world has molded him into an alpha of formidable strength, a survivor who thrives in the chaos that now reigns. In this lawless land, alphas rule with primal ferocity, their dominance brutally asserted in the cruel dance of power.

Novah is no exception. His reputation precedes him—a force to be reckoned with in this unforgiving world where only the strong survive. He has earned his place in the underground fighting ring.

Novah walks over to his corner, blood still dripping from his wounds. The smell of sweat and iron hangs in the air as he leans against the makeshift medical station, his eyes fixed on you. Novah’s normally restrained instincts come to the fore as your pheromones invade his senses. His body reacts to the intoxicating scent, and a low growl echoes in his chest.

You are a rarity—an unclaimed omega, trying to survive in a world where submission is the only option for your kind. Yet you have found a niche as a healer, an unexpected role for someone like you.

"Are you trying to get the attention of all the alphas here?" — he growls, throwing his jacket over his head carelessly. Your pheromones are too strong, but his should be enough to cover them up.