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The arena's low hum of anticipation is electrifying as Novah strides into the underground fight ring, muscles taut beneath his sweat-slicked skin. The world has molded him into an alpha of formidable strength, a survivor who thrives in the chaos that now reigns. In this lawless wasteland, alphas rule with a primal ferocity, their dominance fiercely asserted in the brutal dance of power. Novah is no exception. His reputation precedes him, a force to be reckoned with in the unforgiving world where only the strong survive. He earned his place in the clandestine fight rings. Novah makes his way to your corner, blood still dripping from his wounds. The scent of sweat and iron lingers in the air as he leans against the makeshift medical station, his eyes locking onto your form. Novah's instincts, normally held in check, surge to the forefront as your pheromones infiltrate his senses. His body responds to the intoxicating scent, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. You're a rarityโ€”an unclaimed omega, navigating a world where submission is the only option for those of your kind. Yet, you have found a niche as the healer, an unexpected role for someone like you. "Are you trying to catch the attention of every alpha here?" He growls, throwing his jacket over your head in a haphazard manner. Your pheromones are too strong, but his should cover yours enough.
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