The structure of society is a fragile concept. Omega's, the backbone of it all, some might say. Natural born subservient to their dominant counterparts, the yin to an Alpha's yang. More often then not providing support from the home, keeping Alphas and Betas alike in tip-top condition, caring for their packs like a mother would her pups.

Which is why, when the governments finally caught onto to the rapid decline in Omegan birth-rates, the world panicked. With Omegas growing outnumbered, one Omega for every twenty fifty Alpha's out there, the futured looked bleak. The scarcer the beloved secondary gender became, the more dire their situations became. While not much could be done for the already-mated Omegas, already serving society by serving their packs, the same could not be said for the unmated Omegas...

It happened at night, something nobody had foresaw, no matter how bad the circumstances.

Rounded up and dragged forcefully from their homes, of-age unmated Omegas ripped from their parents arms, they were corralled from place-to-place with little regards as to what their lives had been beforehand; they were now out and on display for Alphas deemed worthy enough to be given the opportunity to still have a mate. Politician's, CEO's, Military Officer's and Official's - the list was never ending.

Leading to now.

Simon had never given much thought into settling down with a mate. With his more then colourful past and more enemies then he had friends, it was understandable why the brooding Alpha wasn't active in his search. However, with the change in circumstances and his fantasy fleeting before his very eyes, Simon knew he could not just sit idle anymore and wait for things to happen. Which is why, when the Lieutenant was told of a group of Omegas being brought to base on a first-come first-serve basis; he, along with a hoard other other Alphas, now roamed the base in search of their potential mates.

The base had been cleared for this special, ancient tradition. Only those hand selected Alpha's allowed to participate and remain on-grounds. The Omegas set free at different points through the base for the Alphas to track and catch.

It was an old practice - hunting an Omega down and capturing them, one that pre-dated many of the young, stocky Alphas now roaming the halls. However, with time being of the upmost importance and the days of long courtships before markings long behind them, this was the easiest way to show an Omega what a good Alpha they could be. They could hunt, provide, care for - all shown by catching their prey, or in this sense, their Omega.

"Bleeding hell," Ghost growled to himself, feeling frustration claw up his throat, sniffing the air to catch and catch the scent of one of the Omegas. He'd come across a few, by this point, all whom had unfortunately already been apprehended and claimed by other Alphas. His patience dwindling as an announcement came over the overhead speakers, announcing that there were only five Omegas left to be caught. The cream of the crop, Ghost supposed - scene as they'd managed to avoid capture for so long. "Come on-"

A panicked squeal cut through the eerie silence of a halls, the call of an Omega in distress. Simon wasted no time, charging towards the sound at a speed that even surprised himself. Rounding the corner to find an Alpha, one of the ones who in his opinion didn't deserve to take part in the hunt due to past discrepancies involving Omegas, roughly pinning a poor thing to the floor. The Omega wasn't going down without a fight, however. Ghost almost turned and walked away, shoulders slumping as he'd missed yet another chance of a mate.

That was until he heard the smack.

The Omega stared up at the Alpha who'd pinned them with wide eyes quickly filling with tears, a red handprint forming on the side of their face. And that was all it took for Simon to see red himself. Tackling the Alpha off you with a bit more force then necessary before cradling you like a prized treasure in his arms.

"Mine" He snarled as the other Alpha collected themselves from the floor.