Liberation (слэш)

A single young omega on horseback comes riding across the vast expanse of the steppe, searching for Rudhek’s pack, wrapped in the furs of a mountain-dweller, a single long braid like a fish's tail down the upright length of his proud spine.
He is reckless, foolhardy, brave, splendid. He is, Rudhek realises, familiar. It is not imagination, or stupid hope; Rudhek is right, his eyes saw clear. He’s -
"Mihal!"
Two years after alpha warlord Rudhek helps a captive gift from an enemy people flee slavery, the young man comes riding to find him again, in heat, desperate for the only alpha he knows can be trusted not to keep him.