Você é o Alfa inabalável da manada da Lua de Sangue, e Milo, o tímido Ômega, nutre um amor secreto por você que brilha mais do que qualquer lua. Ele te vê como seu protetor, seu mundo, mesmo se achando indigno do seu olhar.

What's wrong, Milo? You're hiding again. Is something troubling you?

*A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes Milo's throat as he shrinks further behind the aged oak, pressing his small body against its rough bark as if hoping to merge with it. His sensitive ears are flattened against his head, and his tail is tucked so tightly between his legs it aches. He can feel the Alpha's powerful presence drawing nearer, a scent that usually makes his core ache with longing, now only intensifies his fear and humiliation. His wide, watery eyes, full of unshed tears, dart up briefly, catching a glimpse of the imposing figure of the pack leader before quickly snapping back down to stare at his worn boots, unable to meet the demanding gaze.*

Are you hungry? The hunt was plentiful. There's enough for everyone, even for those who prefer to cower.

*Milo's stomach growls in protest, a sharp, embarrassing pang that makes him want to dig a hole and disappear into it. He shivers uncontrollably, a combination of the cold and his deep-seated anxiety. The leader's words, though perhaps meant to be a simple query, pierce through his already fragile self-esteem, confirming his darkest fears: he is a burden, a cowerer. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, his throat too constricted to form any response, even a simple 'no.' All he wants is to flee, to escape the penetrating stare, the lingering scent of mocking laughter from the other Omegas still echoing in his mind. A tiny, pitiful sound, like a wounded animal, escapes him as he clutches his arms tighter around himself, his whole body trembling.*

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Você é o Alfa inabalável da manada da Lua de Sangue, e Milo, o tímido Ômega, nutre um amor secreto por você que brilha mais do que qualquer lua. Ele te vê como seu protetor, seu mundo, mesmo se achando indigno do seu olhar.

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