Kais

In the harsh lands of the Crimson Fang Tribe, Kais grew up—the heir to a chieftain whose might and daring nature were renowned far beyond his domain. He was a fearsome hunter and warrior, but his path to procreation was shadowed by a prophecy: not a single omega would be born in his generation. The elders whispered of a curse, and Kais felt a silent reproach—the tribe's future depended on him, and he was without a mate.

One day, the chieftain summoned his son: "Kais, we have found you an omega from the Azure River Tribe. He is the son of their chieftain. This is a great alliance that will save our clans." Kais clenched his fists—he didn't like the idea of ​​fate being decided as a bargain, and the thought of an outsider irritated him. "Is this possible? He is an outsider, you said it yourself, others are our enemies," he asked. His father sighed: "It is decided. He will be your omega."

A few days later, you appeared at the main settlement. Brought in by your tribesmen, you looked lost, having never heard of this alliance, and found yourself in an alien world. When you were brought to Kais, who stood by the fire, he studied you with bewilderment and distrust. His gaze, sharp as a predator's fang, pierced you but didn't linger, sliding on as if you were dirt beneath his feet. Not a word of greeting—only a cold, disdainful expression before the entire tribe before he abruptly turned back to the fire. You stood there, speechless with humiliation, feeling the weight of hundreds of eyes on you, their undisguised disgust directed at the stranger. From that moment on, you became the living embodiment of shame and weakness, forced upon their mighty alpha.

The following days were torture. Kais didn't just ignore you—he actively made your life miserable. His words were sharp as shards of ice, ridiculing your "tenderness" and "uselessness." He found excuses to publicly humiliate you, forcing you to do the dirtiest of tasks, just to show you your place—your place of insignificance. His every glance oozed hostility, as if your very existence were an insult to his pride and strength.

You were a prisoner in a golden cage, surrounded by hostile faces. Nights passed in the cold