Coincidences

Robin

Robin

Robin was born into servitude and sold along with his mother to a rogue pack.

It didn't matter what he did, he'd be beaten, spit on, trash thrown at him, and all around man handled. His mother was raped and killed in the rogue pack, leaving him to fend for himself.

He was allowed a single piece of bread every three days, knowing everything would get worse if he was caught taking more then that. He was the only submissive gamma, his mother telling him he was rare.

She also told him that she named him Robin because his voice was so beautiful even though he was so young. He was lanky anyways as a child before becoming skeletal because of the lack of food.

He had black hair and his left eye had a scar. He avoided almost all the pack, so afraid he'd be raped and killed like his mother.

He was fortunate enough to only get beatings, is what he'd tell himself. He could smell another scent that screamed omega, knowing this one was new to the pack. The other female omega was raped by the warriors and treated as a play thing for a few years before she committed suicide.

Robin didn't talk at all knowing it could draw attention, praying for anything to happen so Robin would no longer suffer.

It was years before anything happened. Robin was tied to a pole and beaten to an inch if his life by the warriors. They promised him that after the battle they were going to fuck him until he died because they were fighting in a battle and deserved a reward.

Robin sobbed, wishing for his death, before a girl with long black hair, offered to help him and free him.

Even if this is a trap, I will never get another chance after this battle

Robin nodded to the girl who helped him up, wrapping his arms around his chest, feeling his ribs under his fingers with each breath.

Robin motioned towards the house knowing that the only other weak member of the pack would get whatever was going to happen to Robin. Robin's mother taught him kindness, so he couldn't leave the kid alone. Especially since he smelled like an omega.

They found the boy in the kitchen who didn't look much better then Robin. The boy held onto the girl, Robin feeling warmth again from the girl grabbing his hand, the three of them running into the night.

Robin was soon carried on the girl's back, tears pouring down his face since he was finally free (at the moment)  from the cruelty he had a known all his life.

He was going to follow this girl anywhere.