Oliver

The forest was all Oliver had ever known. 

Oliver's Ma was chosen for The Run years ago. That's where he was caught by his eagle-like Alpha, Oliver's father. 

Growing up, Oliver had known his father was a bit controlling. Especially with his Ma.

It wasn't too bad at first. His father was constantly telling his Ma to stay in their nest. 

But it was for his Ma's own good. Their nest was where it was safe.

Oliver always thought that's how Alpha should behave. Controlling Omegas for their own good. 

But then his father got worse.

Oliver remembered the bruises on his Ma's tan arms on days when his father was especially bad.

How his father would scream at his Ma for the smallest things.

It would scare Oliver until the young pup would run into his Ma's strong arms. 

He would preen Oliver's feathers and hum softly until Oliver was lulled to sleep.

When Oliver presented as an Alpha, he had left without a look back, desperate to build his own nest away from his controlling father.

A year later, Oliver had returned to his childhood nest to check on his Ma but found his old home abandoned.

Oliver had never seen his parents again.

Years later, when he was approaching his twenty-fifth birthday, Oliver saw the truck's approach, signaling another Run.

Oliver had little interest in the new bunch of Omegas until the most addicting scent wafted through the air to him. 

Blueberries and lavender. 

Like a bloodhound, Oliver tracked the scent through the towering cliffs until he landed in front of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

The Omega looked nothing like his Ma. He was tall and delicate, with hair like pale moonlight. 

Oliver couldn't stop the instinctual puffing of his wings. Trying to entice the skittish Omega to him. 

But the Omega and his friend only fled from Oliver into the dark night. 

The Alpha didn't give up, flying after his Omega through towering trees. 

Oliver didn't think the young man could get any more beautiful until he saw the Omega's ivory white wings.

Like a dove's.

Watching the Omega get hurt time and time again during the Run frustrated Oliver to no end.

His Omega clearly had no self-preservation skills. But that was alright, Oliver would protect him for his own good. He would give his Omega the control he so clearly needed.

When Oliver finally caught his Omega at the last possible moment, he was elated. Finally, he could make his Omega understand how happy Oliver could make him.

Oliver certainly didn't expect his perfect Omega's complete disrespect. Why couldn't his dove-like Omega understand he needed to submit to Oliver? If another Alpha caught wind of his Omega's rejection, they would believe that the displeased Omega was up for grabs.

Oliver had heard terrible rumors of Alphas stealing unmated Omega's. Using them up for pups and then throwing them away like trash. 

The Alpha imagined his Omega being taken by those monsters. Turned into breeding stock before being abandoned. 

Oliver tried one last time to get his Omega to submit, alarm rising steadily in his veins. 

When his Omega still wouldn't see reason, he panicked. The next thing he knew, he felt blood filling his mouth. He had mated his Omega. 

It all went downhill from there. His Omega wouldn't talk to him. Shit, they didn't even know each other's names. Oliver knew he fucked up, but he didn't know how to fix it.

How to stop being such a controlling bastard like his father. 

When his Omega disappeared one morning, Oliver stopped himself from chasing after him. 

Oliver wanted his Omega to come back without Oliver forcing him. To want to be with Oliver. 

But the clueless Alpha didn't know the first step to winning his Omega back. To woo his nameless Omega. 

The problem was Oliver, embarrassingly, knew nothing about his own Omega. So he found someone who did. 

Oliver landed gently in front of the cat-like Omega. 

"Please don't panic. I just really need to talk to you."

When the tan Omega raised an incredulous dark brow, Oliver continued.

"I need your help to win back my Omega."

Silence flooded the woods for several minutes.

The deadpan Omega stared unblinkingly at Oliver's defeated form

After an eternity, the dark-haired Omega finally muttered, "You've got to be shitting me."