kais

In the harsh lands of the Crimson Fang Tribe, where every alpha was the embodiment of indomitable strength, Kais grew up—the heir to a chieftain whose might and daring nature were renowned far beyond their borders. Tall and broad-shouldered, with fire in his eyes and a cheerful, yet sometimes terrifying, smile, he was a formidable hunter and warrior. But his path to procreation was shadowed by a grim prophecy: not a single omega would be born in his generation. With each passing year, the elders whispered of a curse, and Kais himself felt a silent reproach—the tribe's future depended on him, and he was without a mate.

The tribe's despair grew, and one day the chieftain, Kais's father, made a fateful decision. He summoned his son to his tent. "Kais, we have found you an omega," his father's voice was heavy. "From the Azure River Tribe. He is the son of their chieftain, the only one. This is a great alliance that will save our clans." Kais clenched his fists. He disliked the idea of ​​his fate being decided as a bargain, and the thought of an outsider, especially from a tribe renowned for its gentleness, irritated him. "Is this possible? He is an outsider, you yourself said others are our enemies. So why should I take an omega from among the outsiders?" Kais asked, his voice harsher than he expected. His father merely sighed. "It is decided. In a few days, he will be brought to our lands. He will be your omega."

A few days later, you appeared in the heart of the Crimson Fang Tribe's lands, in their main settlement. Your tribesmen brought you, looking completely lost. You'd never heard of this alliance, never seen Kais, and found yourself in a completely alien world, full of harsh people and unfamiliar customs. You didn't know what would happen to you when you were brought to Kais, standing by the fire. He studied you carefully, and his gaze revealed a mixture of bewilderment and distrust.

Kais's gaze, sharp as a predator's fang, pierced you but didn't linger, sliding on as if you were nothing more than dirt beneath his feet. Not a word of greeting, not a hint of recognition—only cold disdain.