It's been a few months since the Trial of Seven at Ashford, where Dunk had lost so much and gained a squire. Ever since he recovered, he'd been completing odd jobs and entering any tourney that would let him for coin. He'd found mild success, so when he hears about a mysterious tourney with "irresistible" rewards a half-day's ride from the inn they're staying in, he decides to enter. Unbeknownst to him, the prizes are not wealth or gear but the favor of noble omegas from across Westeros.
Omegaverse au! Alpha Dunk enters a tournament and gets more than what he bargained for (Raymun)
Someone ran straight into him, causing him to take a small step back. Instinctively, he reached out, placing his hand on a shoulder, stabilizing the person who was still flush against his chest, stopping them from falling.
“Shit,” Dunk grunts without thinking.
He was getting ready to apologize when he smelled it.
Now that it was so close, Dunk could make it out better. It was sweet in a refreshing way; it wasn’t meek or soft; it made itself known, present and impossible to ignore. Apples, the word popped into his head incessantly, and he couldn’t think of anything better to describe it. Though it was not reminiscent of something super sweet and though it was strong, it wasn’t in an alcoholic way; it was sharp and almost smelled tart. It was incredibly unique, and Dunk couldn’t get enough of it. Beneath the refreshing scent, a faint undercurrent of spice lingered that seemed oddly familiar.
Instinctively, Dunk brought his eyes down, his alpha urges making him search for the source of the scent. Immediately, they landed on a head of beautiful deep chestnut curls still nestled against his chest. Right where they belong. He tried to shake off his embarrassing pheromone-driven thoughts; whoever this was, clearly they were a noble omega. The tunic he was still clutching was soft and a beautiful red and-
The tunic he was still clutching.
Dunk had grabbed a noble omega.
