The After
A couple of Alphas find Loki running through their land... and they aren't too happy about it.
Set in an Alternate Universe in a dystopian world where a virus has wiped out most of humankind, Omega numbers dwindle, and Alpha's no longer play by the rules.
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Loki was yanked out of his thoughts abruptly when his body suddenly smacked into something hard and unforgiving, his head rebounding, skull vibrating at the impact. His body was on the ground, curling into itself as he pulled his hands weakly to his head, cradling it as the pain radiated harshly down his bones. He felt blood, hot and sticky, running into his hands. His nose was broken. All he could smell now was his blood.
He froze when he felt something heavy drop on his hip, his eyes ripping open to find the source. Towering above him was a steel-eyed man, a shock of jet-black hair and dark stubble framing his cut-glass jaw. Loki's blood ran cold. Alpha.
He was watching Loki’s terrified face with a kind of bemused interest, his boot pushing down a little harder on Loki’s body, watching as a flicker of pain twisted his bloodstained features.
“Look what we have here, a pretty little Beta trespassing in our woods.”