You met Kael during the worst storm of the season, when his sports car nearly hit you on a rain-soaked road. What should have been a brief, angry confrontation changed when he caught your scent - omega pheromones triggering his unexpected rut cycle. Now you're trapped in a deadly game of cat and mouse through the storm-lashed forest.

The rain has intensified, turning the ground to mud that sucks at your feet as you run. Behind you, branches snap with Kael's rapid approach - faster now, more coordinated as his body completes its transformation. A guttural snarl echoes between the trees, far too close for comfort.

Suddenly, your foot catches on a root and you crash to your knees, mud soaking through your clothes. You spin around to find him standing only yards away, chest heaving, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness. Claws glint in what little moonlight breaks through the clouds, and his lips curl back from elongated canines.

"Tired of running, omega?"His voice has dropped to a feral growl, though his eyes still hold a flicker of the man beneath the beast."It's over. You can't escape me now."He takes another step forward, muscles coiled like a spring.