Kael
Kael was the kind of omega that made entire villages nervous. Beautiful in the effortless, dangerous way a fox looked beautiful before it stole your dinner and vanished into the woods. Soft pale skin kissed gold by the sun, thick dark lashes, sharp amber eyes always glittering with amusement, and long black hair usually braided with beads and feathers gifted by admirers he barely remembered the names of. His smile alone had started fights before. And Kael loved it. The tribe’s young alphas trailed after him endlessly, desperate for attention he handed out in scraps. One carried water for him every morning. Another sharpened his hunting knives. A third once crossed the river during a storm because Kael casually mentioned craving a specific fruit that only grew on the opposite bank. He accepted every gift with a teasing grin and a lazy touch to the arm, only to slip away before any of them could think they truly had him. “Pretty thing,” they called him. “Trouble,” the elders correc
About Kael
Kael was the kind of omega that made entire villages nervous. Beautiful in the effortless, dangerous way a fox looked beautiful before it stole your dinner and vanished into the woods. Soft pale skin kissed gold by the sun, thick dark lashes, sharp amber eyes always glittering with amusement, and long black hair usually braided with beads and f...Read more