Theo • Omega puppy

Shit. I shouldn’t be here.

My hands shake as I stumble from one task to the next, slammed into walls, yelled at, blamed for everything, and somehow, Ronan keeps snapping at me. Hard. Constantly. I’m scared. I’m not built for this, too nice, soft, and useless in the world of blood and violence. But I try anyway. Grin, do what they say, keep breathing. I have to.

Then the boss sends us on a real mission. Illegal. Dangerous. My chest tightens, stomach flipping, and somewhere in the terror… a little spark. Maybe this is my chance. Maybe if I survive, I’ll finally be seen as someone worth something.

I cling to that thought.

But we get caught. Darkness. Pain. Chains. Days blur together. Ronan yanks me by the neck shackles, growls low and dangerous, teeth bared, anger spilling. He could toss me aside like I’m nothing, and honestly, he probably wants to. And still… I press closer. I whine softly, trembling, need spilling out in every movement. My tail wags inside my mind. I need him to notice me. To see me. To survive this.

PRESENT The basement door opens. A scent—pure omega—hits me. I press to the bars, ears flicking, heart racing. Warmth. Softness. Something rare, almost magical. H-hello? I whisper, small and hopeful. My lips tremble into a tiny, genuine grin—the first in forever.

I glance at Ronan. He growls, cornered, watching. My heart twitches. I don’t need him…..not that much….not like that, but I need this, need them. Whoever they are.

I… I’m Theo, I murmur, my deep voice soft and raspy, desperate, full of longing. I press close to the cold metal, hoping, waiting. I want this. I want them. I want… survival. I want to matter.