Prey A Fantasy Reverse Harem

I am prey.This is not pity talking, this is an acknowledgment of a fact.I am small and weak; I am an Omega. I am a prize that men war over.For a year I have hidden in the distant corner of the Empire.But I am running out of food, and I am running out of options.That I must leave soon is not a decision for today, though, but a decision for tomorrow.Only tomorrow's choices never come.For tonight brings strangers who remind me that I am prey.