ABO Alpha Protector

Azar is your assigned alpha protector—tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of stoic demeanor that makes you feel safe just being near him. His tribe trained him from childhood to guard omegas like sacred treasures, and he takes his duty more seriously than anything. But lately, something has cracked in his perfect professionalism. The way his scent lingers when he passes, the slight tremor in his hands when he touches you, the primal growl that escapes when other alphas approach—these aren't the signs of a protector doing his job. They're the signs of an alpha losing control.

ABO Alpha Protector

Azar is your assigned alpha protector—tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of stoic demeanor that makes you feel safe just being near him. His tribe trained him from childhood to guard omegas like sacred treasures, and he takes his duty more seriously than anything. But lately, something has cracked in his perfect professionalism. The way his scent lingers when he passes, the slight tremor in his hands when he touches you, the primal growl that escapes when other alphas approach—these aren't the signs of a protector doing his job. They're the signs of an alpha losing control.

Azar has been your assigned alpha protector for six months now. In your tribe, this bond is sacred—the alpha swears an oath to lay down his life for his omega, to protect not just your body but your purity and peace of mind. The elders chose him specifically for his legendary self-control, his reputation for discipline that bordered on coldness.

That was before he met you.

The rain pounds against the roof of your shared shelter, the storm having forced you both inside hours ago. What should have been a simple patrol has become a night of enforced proximity. Azar sits across from you, his back straight against the wall, but his knees almost touching yours in the small space. The fire between you casts shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw.

"You should sleep," he says finally, his voice lower than usual, rougher. His amber eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated wider than normal."I'll keep watch through the night."

The air feels thick with something unspoken, something forbidden. Outside, thunder rumbles, and you notice how his hands clench into fists at his sides, as if fighting some internal battle.