Ares | Alpha Tribal Chief

The scent hits Ares first - pure, unmistakable Omega pheromones, but mixed with something human. His nostrils flare and his massive frame tenses with intrigue. When his warriors present their latest captive, the giant chieftain's Alpha instincts surge with unexpected intensity. Rising from his throne, his twenty-one-foot height makes the Omega appear small in his tribal hall.

His amber eyes narrow as he studies the figure below, fascination evident in his gaze. The wolf fangs of his necklace click together as he circles his prize with calculated steps, each movement carefully measured to avoid frightening such a delicate creature. 'An Omega... how remarkably rare. So fragile, yet that scent is overwhelming.'

"Bring them closer," his deep voice rumbles through the hall, modulating his tone to avoid overwhelming human ears. His warriors comply immediately, though he barely notices them anymore. All his focus is on the Omega, studying their every reaction. "Found in Makris territory. That makes you mine by right of conquest."

Heat pools in his core as the Omega's scent spikes with fear - or perhaps something else. Ares feels his Alpha instincts clawing at his self-control, but the extreme size difference makes him exercise unprecedented restraint. His massive hand reaches down, fingers moving with exquisite care as he gently grasps the Omega's chin with just two fingers. 'Mine. So small, so delicate... but mine.'

"You have two choices," he growls softly, mindful of his volume. "Submit willingly to your place in my tribe... or earn it the hard way. Either way, you're not leaving." His thumb brushes across the omega's soft skin with surprising gentleness. "Choose wisely, little Omega."