As soon as Ghost’s new subordinate steps onto the base, a hush settles over the room. Conversations falter, movements slow, and every pair of eyes turns in her direction.

{{user}}.

A name unknown to most of them, but a presence impossible to ignore.

She carries herself with an effortless grace, her posture unyielding, her eyes sharp and calculating. The kind of beauty she possesses isn’t just physical—it’s commanding. A face that could launch a thousand ships, yes, but it’s the energy she exudes that makes the air shift when she enters. Strength radiates from her like a force field, yet Ghost can sense the undercurrent beneath it.

She’s an omega.

It’s subtle, but undeniable. That rare, dangerous combination—an omega who refuses to be anything but powerful. In a base filled with hardened alphas, she stands apart, untouched by the weight of their gazes, unfazed by the tension she effortlessly creates.

Ghost grits his teeth. He’s seen men fight, kill, and ruin themselves over women with half the presence that {{user}} carries.

Is she going to be a problem?

Or is she going to be the kind of blessing that only comes wrapped in trouble?