Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

The omega froze.
He was enormous. All three of them were, but this one seemed to be the
biggest, and the omega guessed he was the leader of the pack. He was all
bulging muscles and brutality. His dark hair and beard were flecked with a
touch of gray.
The omega shivered at the sight of him, fearful that he had awoken.
But the alpha was still asleep. His huge fingers unconsciously scratched an
itch on his rock hard abdomen, and his breathing returned to the slow steady
rhythm of sleep.
The omega let out a silent sigh of relief.
Time to get what she had come for and then disappear into the night before
one of these big brutes really did wake up.
The omega crept to the first satchel and opened it.
No sooner had she pulled back the animal hide flap than her nose filled with
the scent of food, and her mouth began to water.
Meat.
She reached inside, took a piece, and bit off a morsel to taste. It was venison,
pounded into flat strips, seasoned with salt and crushed berries, and left in the
sun to dry. It was flavorful and surprisingly tender. And more important, it
would give her the energy she needed to get through her lonely and painful
heat.
The omega lifted the satchel and prepared to scurry away into the darkness