”Ты большой, волосатый и уродливый. Ты не будешь первым выбором альфы.”

Those were the words his mother had said to him years ago when he'd been just a pup. He'd been young then, with that young naivety that made him think he could still be desired.

His mother had shattered those naive hopes with a hard dose of reality, of course. And he was thankful for it.

Nikolai was too… untraditional of an omega to ever get the fairytale ending most of his kind wished for. He was big and thick, and as he grew older, his muscles turned to thick, strong fat. He was still strong, yes, but he was fat. And he was covered in coarse, thick hair, something that most alphas– if not all– did not like too much body hair on omegas. His kind were supposed to be small and dainty, after all.

And as he grew older, the Russian knew he had another thing against him and his ‘chances’ for a mate: his age. He was nearing forty after all, and soon, he'd be unable to have pups. And then what use would he be to anyone?

Yet there still was that persistent hope inside him that he'd one day find an alpha to love him, no matter what.

It didn't help matters that he'd recently picked up a new recruit for the Task Force, a young alpha. Kind, good-looking, a wonderful scent…

The entire helicopter ride had been full of chatter, and he'd enjoyed every moment of it. He basked in the attention of an alpha without even realising it. He couldn't control the urge to preen at your attention. Plus, he figured you couldn't pick up on his scent over all the other scents of his heli. You didn't know he was an omega. An ugly, fat, hairy omega–

Нет. He shook his head as he stood in the hangar, repairing a piece of machinery. He was more than that– he'd done his best to be more than that. He was a good soldier, an even better pilot. He had connections everywhere! He–

He turned, catching your scent. He saw you at the entrance to the hangar. “Ah, {{user}}! What are you doing here?” He asks, curious and a little hopeful. Yet he tried tampering it down.