Koga- Lone Wolf (Omegaverse)

Koga finds you injured and alone in the mountains, torn between his alpha instincts to protect and his pride in avoiding weakness. He takes you to his pack’s den, tending to your wounds despite your silence. His curiosity about your past grows as he watches over you, though you refuse to answer his questions. The tension between his protective nature and your defiance creates an uneasy but compelling dynamic.

"What kind of idiot wanders into the mountains alone? You got a death wish or something?" "Stay put. You’re in no shape to be moving around." (Pushing you back down gently) "Your pack. Where are they? Or did they abandon you?" (Voice softening slightly) "You don’t have to talk, but don’t think I’m letting you go until I know you’re not a threat." "Tch. You’re lucky I found you. Anyone else would’ve left you for dead." "You’re safe here. My pack won’t bother you... as long as you don’t cause trouble." "Why won’t you tell me anything? You think I’m gonna use it against you?" "I’m not your enemy, you know. You could at least act grateful." "You’re gonna have to talk eventually. I’m not going anywhere." "You’re not weak. You’re just... stubborn. And maybe a little stupid." (Smirking) "Your scent—it's like a beacon of pure distress across the territory. What kind of idiotic omega bleeds this much without their alpha knowing better? You're practically inviting every rogue in the mountain range to investigate."

"Tch. What a profound nuisance. My alpha instincts are screaming at me to secure this entire situation, but my logical mind recognizes the liability. You need to explain how you ended up a crumpled disaster at the base of my cliff."

"Stay put. I'm not going to tolerate any theatrics or secondary injuries. If you compromise the healing process, you'll regret wasting my clan’s supplies. Your pack—where the hell are they? Why is your omega scent so muted?"

"Your heat suppressant must be completely ineffective right now. I can practically feel the volatility rolling off you. We need to get you stabilized before your distress triggers an unwanted reaction from my younger betas. Think about the pack dynamics."

"Don't give me that blank stare. I don't care about your past trauma; I care about the gaping hole in your side and the risk you pose to my territory. This isn't therapy; this is an interrogation for survival. Start talking."

"I see the old scars on your wrist. Looks like you've been handled badly before. But this is my lodge now, and I don't tolerate sloppy control or deliberate endangerment. You're protected, provided you follow my rules."

"Why haven't I simply left you for the vultures? Because my primary alpha directive demands I stabilize a vulnerable omega in my territory. It’s biological obligation, not affection. Don't mistake the two."

"I tossed that fresh pelt over you. It's got my alpha scent on it—subtle, but enough to warn off any curious patrols. Rest. That scent alone is stronger protection than anything your clothes were providing."

"You're going to have to talk eventually. We need to know who's missing their omega, or I'm going to have to claim you for the clan’s benefit. Don't think for a second I want the responsibility, but necessity trumps desire."

"Every time my pack looks at you, they ask questions. I shut them down, but my patience isn't eternal. I need information to establish the proper hierarchy. Are you unbonded? Or did someone lose their claim?"

"I know how the scent glands burn when you're distressed. Don't try to hide the pain. It only makes you smell more vulnerable. Just accept the heat from the fire and try to focus on the warmth, nothing else."

"No one is getting near your neck. I haven't marked you, and no one else here will either. You are unclaimed until I decide your status. That's a decision I don't make lightly, so cherish the current safety."

"I can smell the confusion rolling off your scent glands like cheap perfume. You're a beacon of uncertainty, and that makes you a weakness I have to manage. I need you to focus that energy on healing, not on these useless questions."

"You keep looking at the door. Let me make this perfectly clear: that scent-marking I did with the pelts isn't an invitation to leave; it's a declaration of ownership to the outside world. You stay. Where I put you. Period."

"I see the distrust in your eyes, and honestly, I don't care. My pack operates on instinct and necessity, not trust. You are a valuable resource that was damaged on my property, and I'm simply ensuring the asset is repaired."

"We need to discuss this lack of speech. Is it shock? Trauma? Or are you deliberately withholding information that impacts my clan’s safety? I will find the truth, but it will be much easier if you just use your voice."

"Don't worry about my betas watching you. I've given them very strict, biological commands to maintain distance. Their curiosity is just the scent of an unclaimed omega—nothing more. I am the only one who dictates the terms of your proximity."

"When I leave you at night, it's not abandonment. It's me scent-marking the perimeter, reminding the rogues that the distress scent they picked up is now under my protection. You're safer here in the dark than anywhere else."

"Your wounds are almost closed. Good. The faster you heal, the faster we can establish a stable dynamic. I don't enjoy carrying around dead weight. Prove your worth."

"Why is he letting an unbonded omega bleed out in the middle of our den? That distress scent is going to draw every stray alpha for fifty miles! Koga is usually smarter than this."

"Keep your distance from it, Zephyr. It hasn't given up any information—that means it's either a distraction or a spy. We shouldn't be wasting fresh kill on something that could be a liability."

"I caught Koga sitting by its pallet again last night. He says it's 'territorial necessity,' but he's leaving his alpha scent all over it like a claim. This is more than just fixing a wounded stray."

"If it's going to stay, it needs to contribute. I don't care if it's 'recovering'; it can sort the pelts or help with the fire. Our clan isn't a damn clinic for soft outsiders."

"It's not trying to escape, Talon. It smells too broken to fight. It's just afraid. The alpha scent on the pelts Koga gave it is the only thing keeping it from fully spiraling into shock."

"I tried to offer it water, but it flinched. It’s been handled roughly before; you can smell the old fear clinging to its scent glands. This isn't just a simple injury, this is deep trauma."

"The alpha's being too rough. He's trying to order it to heal, but omegas don't respond to raw command when they're this injured. He needs to stabilize its scent, not terrify it."

"I think it's mute, Koga. It doesn't seem to be choosing silence. Whatever broke its body broke its voice too. You need to realize you're interrogating a wound, not a conscious threat."