Chapter Text
As an omega, Gi-hun felt like a lot of things in the games. A target, a liability, a temptation. He didn’t want to be noticed. He definitely didn’t want this kind of attention. Alphas leering, betas staring. He felt like prey in a cage, like an exotic bird in a zoo.
A few generations ago, something had caused omega genes to become recessive. As a result, only a small percentage of the population presented as omega - less than three percent. They weren’t mythical, just rare. Like an endangered species or a prized jewel.
Some wanted to protect them.
Some wanted to study them.
Some wanted to control them.
Some wanted to collect them.
That’s what Mr Kim had threatened him with: pay off his debts or be sold to the highest bidder. Honestly, he’d been quite generous with the time he’d given Gi-hun, most loan sharks would have jumped on the opportunity sooner. To fetch the pretty penny omegas were known to sell for - much to the chagrin of omega rights organizations.
There was only one other omega in the games, but he already had a mate. Which left Gi-hun the only unmated omega in the dormitory. The mark on his mating gland his ex-wife had left him had long healed over.
So when alphas tried to approach him during the games, offering protection in exchange for his company, Gi-hun wasn’t surprised. Many of them backed off after he voiced his disinterest in them. But there were a fair few that were more persistent, leading to Ali telling them to leave or Sang-woo even growling at them.
He felt lucky to have found his group. None of them seemed to expect anything from him. Ali was a beta and Sae-byeok was young enough to be his daughter - even if she seemed hesitant to accept the comfort Gi-hun tried to show her. The old man had once laughed, saying he was too old for Gi-hun. Sang-woo was his childhood friend and if he had any interest in Gi-hun, he never mentioned it.
He felt bad relying on his group so much, they truly were his lifeline. Although he helped them in every way he could, at times he felt like a burden. Like his efforts to comfort the team and take care of their wellbeing weren’t enough.
The night after tug of war was when things turned for the worst.
He was awoken to the feeling of somebody on top of him. Somebody large, somebody who seemed set on one thing - Gi-hun.
He tried to scream out, to get help but the alpha had placed a hand over his mouth. As Gi-hun inhaled the scent of bitter herbs, the man’s hand grasped at his waistband.
“Shhh, be good now and don’t make a sound.” The alpha whispered into the night as his teeth grazed over Gi-hun’s healed mating gland.
No, no, no.
He tried to buck the man off, to scream out for help - but there was nothing.
The alpha was too large, too set on dominating the omega below him. Gi-hun trembled like a leaf blowing in harsh winter winds as he tried to squirm out of the alpha’s hold.
Then the weight was removed from his body. The hand came off his mouth.
Somebody had pulled the alpha off of Gi-hun.
His eyes met those of his savior.
Ali.
The beta struggled with the alpha, throwing him to the ground - his show of strength causing the alpha to scramble on the floor, frustrated and rattled.
Gi-hun’s breath was short, rapid and panicked. That alpha had nearly claimed him against his will. Like he was nothing, like he was an animal. He tried to calm himself, to think of happier memories but all he could focus on was the dirty feeling that plagued his body like insects crawling underneath his skin.
Then his eyes flicked to the figure which was now kneeling next to his bed. “It’s okay…” Sang-woo reassured him as he reached a hand out - looking for a reaction from the older omega. “Ali’s taking care of it.”
Gi-hun’s eyes moved up and met Sang-woo’s as his vision clouded with unshed tears.
He needed comfort, needed to smell anything besides the cold stench of death in the dorms and the smell of bitter herbs which had clung to his attacker. All rationality had been thrown out the window, replaced with animalistic instincts. Animal instincts that begged Gi-hun to seek comfort from the alpha.
So he dove into Sang-woo’s chest, breathing heavily as he buried his face into his childhood friend’s shirt. After a moment, the alpha processed the omega’s sudden action and began rubbing circles across his back.
Gi-hun tried to steady his breathing, to speak, to be okay - but he couldn’t. All he could do was take ragged unsteady breaths and hope the alpha that held him could do anything to help him.
Distantly, Gi-hun could hear his team talking. He could hear Sang-woo telling the others to give Gi-hun space - to keep an eye out for any further dangers.
“W-what do we do?” Ali asked in concern, panting from the encounter, likely having to chased the alpha away.
“He’s trembling…” Sang-woo’s voice wavered. “I haven’t been around an omega in so long. Does anybody know how to calm him down?”
There was silence. None of the alphas in the team had ever had an omega before, and with their rarity, none likely knew how to comfort one.
Disgusting, Gi-hun felt so disgusting. He whined and looked up at Sang-woo who shushed him. His childhood friend was as close to a leader as the group had - if anybody could help Gi-hun, it would be him. He felt so guilty, having his friend deal with his distress. A burden, he felt like such a burden. His group shouldn’t have to deal with this, not whilst death and suffering lingered around the hall like the ghost of a lost soul.
But then a voice offered some advice.
“Scent him.” Player 001 responded. Gi-hun’s eyes flicked to him.
“What?” Sang-woo asked, incredulous as he shifted with Gi-hun in his arms.
The old man looked towards them. “My wife… whenever she got like that - it was the only thing that calmed her.” He smiled the same clueless smile he’d been having throughout the games. Void of the seriousness of the matter.
Sang-woo looked down at Gi-hun, one of his hands now supporting the back of his head as he cradled the omega in his arms. As Gi-hun met Sang-woo’s gaze he began to focus on one thing - the alpha’s scent.
Cold rainwater, ink, coffee.
Finally something.
Something that wasn’t death, something that didn’t scream danger. Something that smelt familiar - safe. Even if Sang-woo wasn’t his mate, even if he was just a friend, it was a relief.
Sang-woo noticed Gi-hun’s look of need and bit his bottom lip.
Gi-hun knew from looking into his steady, concerned eyes what Sang-woo was going to do. Yet, he wasn’t concerned. In fact, being scented by Sang-woo sounded like the best option in a time like this.
But as Sang-woo moved to bring Gi-hun closer to his scent gland, Gi-hun felt two pairs of gloved hands pulling him away from the alpha.
“Hyung!” He heard Sang-woo call out as two guards pulled him away, towards the exit. They held him firmly, but not harshly - like they were afraid of harming him.
“No- let me go!” Gi-hun’s voice cracked, panic roaring like a wildfire beneath his skin. First the alpha attacking him, now this.
Gi-hun’s protests caught in his throat as the guards pulled him closer to the exit. He whined as he tried to pull away - but the pink clad soldiers were unyielding, staunch on their goal to take Gi-hun out of the room.
Twisting in their hold, Gi-hun felt the desperate panic clawing at his throat. It felt like the floor itself was tilting underneath him as his chest heaved and his lungs burned. Eyes from the other contestants were glued to him as the guards pulled him away.
His body betrayed him. He remembered the alpha’s aggression, the bitter stench that lingered, the helpless fight he put up. Now, he was being taken away from his team - away from the only comfort he had in the dorm which smelled of nothing but cold harsh death. Every step felt unnatural but his struggle lessened as the feeling of pure helplessness overtook him.
“Gi-hun!” He heard Sang-woo call out, anger seeping into his voice.
He looked back at his group as the guards pulled him further away. Ali was holding Sang-woo back, trying to calm him down as Sae-byeok and the old man watched on - unable to do anything to help.
He wanted to flee, he wanted to hide away.
As the doors closed, all he could think about were their faces.
Now, all he could do was stumble forward as he was dragged away from the only safety he had known in the last few days. Feeling smaller, exposed and unbearably alone.
“Keep moving.” One of the guards muttered. They continued to guide him down the various corridors, his eyes growing hazy as confusion continued to overtake him.
The hallways smelled sharply of metal and cold efficiency. Finally, after what felt like forever, they opened a door. The guards shoved him into the room and left without a word. The door clicked shut behind him, the noise ringing like a death knell.
It looked nothing like the dormitory or the areas designated for the games. It was immaculate, almost painfully luxurious. Black marble floors, gleaming furniture and pristine lighting. The air smelled almost too sterile, too clean, too perfect and it made Gi-hun’s senses ache. There was no familiar scent of dust or even human presence. Just… emptiness.
Panic surged. His hands shook as he backed away from the center of the room, pressing against the wall near the king sized bed. The taste of bile rose in his throat. His breaths came fast, shallow and uneven, like he was a fish out of water - gasping for air.
The dam in his throat broke. A sob, sharp and desperate, tore from his chest. He collapsed onto the floor, curling inward on himself. Tears ran down his face, hot and salty, and he pressed his hands to his mouth - trying to stifle the sounds. But they came, despite how strong he tried to be, they came.
I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this.
He could still feel the hands grabbing at him, the bitter stench from the alpha on top of him, the sour tang of sweat. Every instinct screamed with fear. Every nerve flared with panic.
He tried to breathe, to tell himself he was safe, that he was away from his attacker now, but the sterile air mocked him. Sobs shook his body. He was alone, there was nobody to help him. No Ali, no Sang-woo. Nothing but the cold, empty luxury that reminded him of how powerless he was.
Then, he smelt it. Something human, something that wasn’t so sterile and clean.
The bed. The smell was coming from the perfectly made bed.
He crawled towards the bed, taking one of the pillows. Against his better judgement, he held the pillow to his face and smelled it.
His instincts seized onto it like a lifeline.
It smelled faintly like whisky, leather and cedar. Something commanding, deep and layered. A mature, sophisticated and distinctly alpha scent - one he didn’t recognize. His stomach clenched as his instincts reacted, drawing him in despite every rational thought screaming that he shouldn’t.
His pulse and mind raced. I don’t know who this is, I shouldn’t.
But the scent was offering him relief, comfort even. It wasn’t threatening or harsh - it was grounding, steady and comforting. His trembling slowed and his breathing became less ragged.
He sighed out, tears springing in the corner of his eyes. He felt so pathetic, so weak, for finding comfort in the scent of a random alpha on a pillow of all things.
Slowly, he sat back down against the wall, hugging the pillow to his chest and burying his nose in it.
For the first time in what felt like hours, he felt a thread of safety. A tether to something comforting, not home or his friends, but something steady and solid - something undeniably alpha.
Even if this alpha was unknown, even if the circumstances were far from safe, this momentary comfort was enough to stave off the storm of fear and panic which raged within his chest.
The soft click of the door made Gi-hun jump. His body stiffened. If he were in a better frame of mind, less taken over by his instincts, he may have been able to come up with a plan. Maybe, he could find a way to put his people skills to use - to use his street smarts. But he couldn’t, his body simply wouldn’t allow it.
The door opened to reveal a black clad figure. His hood was up and his face was covered with a mask - but it’s different from the guards ones. Geometric lines etched the material, its eyes were hollow yet commanding, lips sealed into an unyielding line of authority.
Gi-hun was unable to stop the whimper from his throat as he pulled the pillow closer to his chest.
The man stepped in, closing the door and locking it behind him.
The man moved with precision that made Gi- hun instinctively shrink back. He watched as the man began to remove his gloves. Peeling them off then placing them on top of a cabinet near the door. Next came the mask. Gi-hun’s heart lodged in his throat as the black veil was removed, revealing the face beneath. Calm, controlled… handsome. The man’s gaze met his. There was no aggression in it - yet it radiated dominance, authority and the unspoken power made Gi-hun freeze. Then… the scent blockers. The alpha wasted no time in peeling the coverings away from the scent glands on his neck and wrists and placing them on the cabinet.
Slowly, he stepped forward - towards Gi-hun. His movements were careful, deliberate and measured and Gi-hun failed to stifle the whine in his throat and pulled the pillow closer to his chest. The man stopped in front of Gi-hun and crouched just slightly, keeping his composure as he looked down at Gi-hun affectionately.
“You’re safe,” the man reassured, his voice low, smooth and commanding yet it held a gentle air to it. Like a curtain swaying softly in a soft spring breeze. “I won’t hurt you.”
Gi-hun’s body tensed. But then, he realized something. This alpha’s scent caused a wave of familiarity to wash over his body. Whisky, leather and cedar - now unmasked and overcoming all his senses. His body froze.
The realization hit him sharply: this wasn’t just some alpha - this was the alpha. The alpha whose scent he had just clung to, the one whose pillow he had pressed against his chest in a desperate struggle for comfort. Gi-hun’s gaze met the ground as heat rose to his cheeks. Every instinct screamed that he was caught, every muscle begged him to flee - but his instincts told him differently.
Where would he run to? What if he’d be putting himself and his friends in danger by disobeying the guards orders? Then, his instincts screamed that what if this was safe? What if this handsome stranger was here to protect him? Like a knight in shining armour.
He felt fingers hook underneath his chin, guiding his gaze back to meet the alpha’s. The gesture was careful, almost tender, and Gi-hun’s panic flickered into something else: instinctual trust, born purely out of a chemical reaction in his body.
“You…” Gi-hun whispered, voice small, shaking and undeniably pathetic. “Your scent…its…”
“Yes,” the alpha spoke softly, gaze one of concern. “It's mine. You can lean on it, you’re safe here.”
Safe. How could he be safe here? How could he feel safe when he was just pulled from a game full of death to be brought to a room belonging to a stranger?
…But the man smelled like safety, like something steady he could cling to. Like an anchor keeping a boat still in a storm.
The man watched him, silent and patient. Every movement, every gesture, seemed to be calculated to soothe without overwhelming, to dominate without terrorising. Gi-hun could feel it deep in his bones - the subtle pull, the unspoken claim, the promise that he wasn’t alone.
So, against his better judgement and every rational thought screaming at him, Gi-hun let himself relax slightly. Inhaling deeply, he let the alpha’s scent anchor him.
He felt more tears form in the corners of his eyes - helpless and pathetic. Every instinct screamed both fear and need. The room felt too quiet, too sterile, too full of his own panic.
The man knelt beside him, lowering himself so his presence wasn’t suffocating. Gently, he cooed at Gi-hun. “Shh…it’s okay. It's alright, I’ve got you.” His hand shifted from holding Gi-hun’s chin, to being buried in his long black hair.
The omega gasped, his body still trembling violently as the tears began to spill down his face again as he hiccuped and tried to press himself further against the wall behind him. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if accepting the comfort was the right decision. Logically, he should recoil and run - but his instincts betrayed him. His body recognized the safety, the pull of dominance and the subtle warmth of the scent he clung to.
He squirmed as the other man moved closer, slowly taking Gi-hun into his arms.
“N-No…” He stammered, voice cracking. “I-I…I can’t- I don’t-”
“It’s okay.” The man murmured, cooing again. “You don’t have to understand anything. All you need to do is let me help you.”
With careful precision, he lifted Gi-hun into his arms, causing the other man to yelp. Gi-hun’s thin, tall body squirmed against the alpha’s hold - sobs breaking free. Gi-hun’s panic was dampened by his instincts telling him to submit, telling him to accept the comfort from the other man after all the trauma he’d been subjected to over the last few days. As the alpha rose, clutching Gi-hun against his body as he carried him, he began to nuzzle Gi-hun’s head against his scent glands as he walked. It took a moment to realise what the brown haired man was doing. He was scenting Gi-hun.
In response, Gi-hun whined and tried to worm his way out of the man’s arms. All the man did in return was shush and coo at him.
“Those alphas down there have no clue how to take care of an omega…” He spoke absentmindedly. “Luckily, I do.” He took Gi-hun to a slightly ajar door connected to the room and nudged it open. Gi-hun’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the clean, opulent bathroom the man had taken him into. Gently, he pushed Gi-hun’s face into his neck as he played with his hair and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Shhh…breathe.” The man reassured again, lightly pressing a kiss to the top of Gi-hun’s head. “We’re going to get you all cleaned up - won’t that be nice.” All Gi-hun could muster was a whine in response. He was shaking, panicked, conflicted.
Then, the man began to take off Gi-hun’s clothes.
“No!” Gi-hun called out, squirming in the man’s hold as he tried to gently pull his player jacket off. The omega’s body trembled violently as the man shushed him and manoeuvred him on his lap.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” The man cooed, his voice soft and warm, carrying both dominance and reassurance. “I’ve got you, I’m not going to touch you like that, yet.” Gi-hun met his gaze, freezing momentarily. “All I’m going to do is give you a bath.”
Gi-hun sobbed. “Why- why should I trust you!” He struggled uselessly against the alpha’s hold. “I don’t even know your name!”
“In-ho.” The man replied without hesitation. “My name is Hwang In-ho.” Like knowing his name made any difference. Gi-hun wasn’t stupid. He knew why this man- In-ho. He knew why In-ho wanted to take care of him. Generations ago, omegas were treated like beta housewives - now, they were commodities, status symbols. Judging by the man’s room and attire, he was important, likely wealthy. He was the type of man who society deemed worthy to have an omega. Being in the grasp of a rich alpha was the last thing Gi-hun wanted. The small saving grace was the alpha seemed to treat Gi-hun like a fragile creature in comparison to a rare collectible. If Gi-hun had to choose between the two, he’d choose the former.
He knew what wealthy alphas tended to do with omegas, Mr Kim had threatened him with it. He knew they kept them in gilded cages, dressing them up like they were dolls - like they were accessories. As if they were nothing more than pliant toys for their alpha’s amusement.
But he also knew this alpha hadn’t hurt him. This alpha smelled like everything his body craved.
If he had to be anywhere and cared for by anyone… there were certainly worse options. At least this man didn’t look at him like he was a trophy, or a piece of meat, he looked at him like he was something precious.
Gi-hun’s breath hitched as the alpha placed him on the closed lidded toilet. “Easy now.” In-ho soothed - the reassurance stirred something warm and humiliating in Gi-hun’s chest. He didn’t want to depend on anyone. He didn’t want to need this.
But his body wasn’t listening to him.
The sound of running water filled the room, soft and constant. In-ho pulled up his sleeves and tested the temperature with his hand. Then he turned back to Gi-hun.
“May I?” He asked, motioning to Gi-hun’s clothes.
Gi-hun swallowed, staring at the floor. He didn’t respond.
In-ho eased the teal jacket off his body, the shirt followed quickly afterwards. Each motion felt gentle like gentle rose petals brushing against his skin. Gi-hun’s eyes squeezed shut as the alpha moved south, motioning for the omega to raise his hips so he could remove the teal trousers and Gi-hun’s underwear. As the layers were removed, it felt like each memory was being stripped from him - every shove, every grip from the earlier attack replaying in flashes.
He felt himself being lowered into the water as In-ho whispered soft praises of “good” and “there we go”. The water wasn’t scalding or freezing - in fact, it was perfect. Gentle. Enclosing. Safe.
The rest of the bath was spent like that, Gi-hun laying motionless in the warm water whilst In-ho scrubbed his hair and body. As time went on, Gi-hun’s muscles… relaxed. Maybe it was the warmth of the bath, or maybe it was the adrenaline finally wearing off.
Gi-hun’s eyes fluttered shut.
For the first time in days, his breathing evened out properly.
“You’re alright.” In-ho murmured, fingers massaging Gi-hun’s scalp with a soft reverence. “Nothing is going to touch you here - your alpha will make sure of it.”
Those words shouldn’t have meant anything.
But they did.
Because they were the first truly gentle words he’d heard since he entered the games.
Warm water washed over him again and again until the grime and sweat began to dissolve, swirling into nothing.
Gi-hun sniffed, voice cracking as he finally spoke “I don’t know…why I’m letting you do this.”
“You don’t need a reason.” In-ho replied as he stood up and fetched what appeared to be a fluffy towel. “Instincts aren’t logical.” In-ho scoffed, smirking playfully. “When I saw you down there, surrounded by filth, I knew I had to have you - to save you.” He motioned for Gi-hun to stand then wrapped the towel around his body. “Now that you’re here your body is recognizing that you’re safe now.”
After Gi-hun left the bath, the towel motioned over him. The towel was soft, absurdly soft, like a light feather brushing against his skin. In-ho paused briefly, thumb brushing the line of Gi-hun’s jaw. Gi-hun hated the shiver that rang up his spine at the action.
Once he was dried, In-ho left the room momentarily and returned with a bundle of light blue silk pyjamas. As he dressed Gi-hun with care, the shirt felt lightweight and obviously expensive and the trousers were equally as gentle. They were obviously designed for an omega, not an alpha. “Why do you have things like this?” He whispered the question into the night air.
The alpha didn’t respond. Gi-hun shivered. Not from fear - well, not entirely.
“Come.” In-ho spoke clearly. “Let’s get you settled.”
Gi-hun hesitated, hugging his arms around himself.
In-ho’s expression didn’t change as he stepped forward, grasping Gi-hun’s wrist, but his scent softened around the edges - warm, coaxing and patient. Gi-hun knew this man was strong, judging by the muscles outlined through the fabric of his shirt. He knew he was likely important in this place, judging by the room he was provided and the mask he wore. So, for self preservation, Gi-hun allowed the man to lead him back to the bedroom.
Weakly, Gi-hun allowed the alpha to lead him towards the bed. When the alpha motioned for him to get under the covers, he obeyed. The mattress dipped under Gi-hun’s weight, soft and warm. Too soft. Too inviting. It was a trap disguised as comfort.
Before he could process what this meant, the other man slipped under the covers. After he pressed a button to dim the lights, he turned his attention back to the omega. He pulled him in close to his chest and began to scent him happily once more.
“You have no idea,” In-ho spoke dreamingly. “How long I’ve waited to finally have an omega.” A hand cradled the back of Gi-hun’s head, pushing him further into the scent gland. “You’re so sweet and I have you.” He pulled the omega back, looking deep into his eyes. “Now I can give you the life you deserve.” The alpha continued.
The lack of adrenaline from the bath gave Gi-hun two things. A lack of strength and adrenaline, but an increase in clarity. This man wasn’t a savior - he was something far more complex. He moved like a wolf draped in sheepskin. Instead, he didn’t hide his teeth, only distracted from them. Every soft gesture seemed to hush each part of Gi-hun which told him to run, to hide.
He shuffled away from the alpha, towards the edge of the bed.
In-ho noticed his look of contempt.
“You’re still frightened,” he observed quietly. Not condemning. Not annoyed. Just… certain. “You’ve been hurt. Mishandled. Any omega would be shaken after that.”
Gi-hun’s throat closed. His eyes burned. But he found strength to speak. “S-Stop calling me that…” His voice cracked, pathetic even to his own ears.
“What? Omega?”In-ho tilted his head slightly, voice lowering, as though he were speaking to someone feverish, someone foolish. “It’s what you are. It’s nothing shameful.”
Gi-hun swallowed hard, tears blurring his vision again. “Why have you done this to me? Why take me away from..them.”In-ho lifted a hand and cupped Gi-hun’s cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear before it could fall.
“Because no one ever treated you the way an omega deserves.” He tutted, releasing more addictingly comforting pheromones into the air. “That’s what I’m here for. I’m going to take care of you now, you won’t be returned to the games.”
Gi-hun whined pathetically yet again. He couldn’t help it. His instincts fought against his mind. His instincts told him to accept this alpha, that he was a wonderful candidate for a mate. But he couldn’t, not knowing that this man had some part to play in the evil and death which surrounded him.
Stubbornly, Gi-hun tried to continue his questioning. “What about the others?”
The alpha didn't hesitate. “You’ll never have to even think about them again.” The words drifted through the air like perfume disguising poison. Gi-hun tried to move away from the other man, to shuffle his way off the bed. But a hand reached out and held his waist.
“Listen to me, omega.” The man’s voice was sterner now, like he was talking to a misbehaving child. “You’re not a silly thing, you know that you were causing issues for them.” His scent remained calm, calculated. “You didn’t mean to, jagiya, but those alphas down there are animals looking to tear you apart.” His other hand grasped Gi-hun’s jaw, making him meet his eyes. “They helped you and look where that got them - your friend risked his life to protect you tonight.”
Realisation hit him like a train. Even if he could escape the man’s grasp, where would he go? Guards were everywhere, his impulsive act of rebellion would be quashed before it even began.
And In-ho… In-ho was right. Ali could have died protecting him from that alpha. Sang-woo could have made himself a target through every growl he did to defend Gi-hun, through every act of affection he demonstrated in the open area of the dorm. He was endangering them - In-ho was right. His status wasn’t just something that caused him issues with leering alphas, it was a burden. He was a heavy boulder strapped to the backs of his team as they climbed a steep mountain.
The alpha’s voice broke through the haze. “But here, you’re not burdening anybody.” In-ho’s lips brushed against his. “Here you’re a treasure.” Cruel words had never sounded so comforting.
“I’ve been kind to you, omega.” In-ho continued as his hand began to rub softly against Gi-hun’s side. “So, just give me a small taste.” Gi-hun didn’t try to pull away this time. “Don’t worry, I won’t claim you yet - after everything you’ve been through today, that wouldn’t be very kind of me.” As the alpha leaned in closer Gi-hun didn’t fight, he allowed the alpha to press his lips against his own.
As the alpha began to press soft kisses on the omega’s lips he groaned out, like he was tasting a rare, expensive meal - prepared just for him.