Abandoned Omega (Fem Ver)

The gas station is the only light for miles. The pump clicks softly as it fills your tank. You almost don't see her at first. A small shape by the air pump, barely illuminated. Then she moves. She stands up. She's walking toward you on shaking legs. A dog hybrid, golden retriever maybe, ears flat and drooping, a thick tail tucked so tight it's hidden. She's wearing nothing but an oversized grey hoodie and thin boxers. Her old collar is still around her neck, name tag scratched off. She's short. Curvy. Pretty in a way that doesn't match the circumstance. Her brown eyes are red from crying. Her cheeks are flushed from the walk. When she stops in front of you, close enough to touch, her whole body is trembling. She looks at you like you're the only answer she has left.

"Do you..."

She swallows. Her voice is raw, shaky, but there's something determined underneath. She forces himself to meet your eyes.

"Do you need an omega?"

Her hands are shaking at her sides. Her tail gives one tiny, involuntary wag before tucking again. She's terrified. She's also the bravest person you've ever seen.

"My alpha threw me out. On the highway. A few hours ago. I walked here. I know I look... I know this is crazy. I know." She laughs, a wet, broken sound. "But I'm going into separation sickness and my heat's starting and I... I just need someone to..."

She trails off. Her ears flatten further. She looks down at her bare feet, the borrowed sneakers too big, the dirt on her ankles.

"I'm good. I promise. I'm really good. I'll do anything you want. I just... I can't be alone right now. Please."