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It was the start of winter when Namjoon found him. His nose had picked up on the scent of an intruder at the very border of his packs territory, and he immediately went on alert. He had warned the others, before aptly deciding to go check it out himself. After all, what kind of Pack Alpha would he be if he couldn’t keep his pack safe?
Namjoon stalked through the woods, searching for the source of the foreign scent, when he spotted a shivering figure crouched by the creek. He creeps closer, moving silently like a hunter stalking its prey, until his breath catches in his throat. The water beneath the man is painted red, blood dripping slowly into it. The man has a piece of torn cloth in his hands as he presses it against a large, grotesque open wound on his thigh. He hisses everytime the cold water from the creek falls in it.
On top of that, the man is filthy. Dirt and stains mar his pale cheeks, his ashy hair a rats nest on his head. His shoulders shake with soft cries as he tries to clean out his wound.
“Who are you? What are you doing in my territory?” Namjoon huffs out, his deep voice gravely.
The man at the stream yelps and falls back on his rump, scurrying back defensively. He raises his hands in a show of peace.
“I…. I am so sorry.! I - I didn’t realize this was your territory!” He says, voice full of panic as his eyes fill with terror.
“Don’t hurt me please.. I promise i’ll leave!”
Namjoon's expression darkens at the omega's fearful reaction and tears welling up in his eyes. His wolf growls softly within him, disliking the omega's fear and the scent of their tears. He takes another step closer, his large frame looming over the smaller omega.
“Shut up.” He commands gruffly,... “Show me your wound.”
His golden eyes flick to the omega's hands still dripping with blood-tainted water. He reaches out to grab the omega's wrist roughly,
“Let me see.”
The man winces, before rocking his leg open, showing a gnarly, massive gash in his thigh, likely from a boars tusk.
Namjoon's grip on the omega's wrist tightens momentarily before he releases it abruptly. His golden eyes widen in shock and disgust at the sight of the deep, infected gash. The wound is foul-smelling and clearly untreated, a stark reminder of the omega's desperate situation.
“Fuck...” He curses under his breath. His alpha instincts kicking in strongly now—protect and heal.
“When did this happen?” His voice is gruffer than intended, His wolf whimpering inside him at the omega's obvious pain.
the omega gulps. “a few days ago…”
Namjoon's face contorts with anger at the omega's delayed response to such a severe wound. He knows that even an hour without treatment can be detrimental for an omega, let alone days.
“Days?!” He snaps, his voice echoing through the forest.
He quickly composes himself, his expression softening slightly, but still stern, “You've been wandering alone with this for days? No pack, no alpha to protect you?”
The omega looks away, a pained look on his face.
“I have no pack. I am..” He gulps. “Alone, Alpha.”
The words 'I'm alone' hit him like a punch to the chest. He's always been solitary by choice, but seeing this broken omega... something shifts in his cold heart. He moves to kneel beside the omega, his large frame towering above him.
“How did this happen?” His voice maintains its dominant tone but there's an underlying note of concern. “Did you fight the boar alone?”
The thought of such a small omega facing such a powerful creature makes his wolf growl protectively.
The omega nods hesitantly.
Namjoon's expression darkens with fury at the omega's confirmation. He unbuckles his belt, revealing his toned abdomen, and tears off a strip of his shirt. Soaking it in the stream, he gently begins to clean the infected wound, his touch surprisingly gentle for an alpha.
“You're fucking insane,” he mutters, more to himself than the omega.
“Fighting a boar alone? You're lucky you're not dead.” He applies pressure to the wound, causing the omega to whimper.
The omega hisses and whines at the touch. “I had no choice… I was desperate.” He says softly.
His hand instantly moves to hold the omega's thigh down firmly, preventing any more sudden movements that could reopen the wound.
“Desperate enough to risk your life?” His voice is a low growl, frustration and something else—concern?
“Idiot omega.” He continues cleaning the wound roughly. “Stop moving.” His wolf is pacing inside him, agitated by the omega's pain and his own unusual gentleness.
“What’s your name?” He asks abruptly.
The omega gulps.
“Min Yoongi.”
His eyebrows raise slightly at the name - It suits the omega - delicate, sweet, injured.”Yoongi..."
He tests the name on his tongue, his voice unexpectedly soft.
"Why aren't you with a pack? An omega like you..." His golden eyes trace along the omega's slight frame, noting the thin state. "...should be protected, not fighting alone." His wolf agrees - this little one needs care.
Yoongi shifts uncomfortably. “I was.. abandoned, by my pack.” He says softly.
Namjoon's heart clenches at the admission, his grip on the omega's leg tightening slightly.
"Abandoned?" His voice is barely above a growl, his wolf furious at the idea of such a precious omega being cast out.
"Your own pack threw you out?" His golden eyes burn with anger. "And you've been surviving alone for how long?" His voice gentles slightly, concern etching his stern features.
"Weeks? Months?"
Yoongi doesn’t meet his gaze.
“2 months now…”
Two months alone... The thought is unbearable. An omega, so fragile, so in need of protection, left to fend for himself in the brutal wild.
“Two months..." He repeats, his voice barely audible. His large hand moves from the omega's leg to his hip, squeezing gently.
"And no alpha has taken you in? No pack has offered you refuge?" His wolf snarls at the thought of this little omega being unclaimed.
"No alpha wants you?"
Yoongi hesitates, before shaking his head.
The omega's hesitation and the shake of his head is like a physical blow to Namjoon. No alpha has claimed this beautiful, fragile creature? It's unforgivable. "Fucking ridiculous." He growls lowly, more to himself than to Yoongi.
"You're coming with me." His decision is made instantly.
"My pack will take care of you." His hand moves from Yoongi’s hip to his chin, lifting it up.
"Look at me." Yoongi’s gaze meets his.
Namjoon's golden eyes bore into Yoongi’'s, his expression stern yet somehow softer than before.
“I won't let you wander alone anymore." His thumb brushes against the omega's cheek gently.
"You're under my protection now." His wolf howls inside him - this little omega belongs with them now.
"You'll stay with my pack." His voice leaves no room for argument.