The rain fell in cold sheets, muffling the sound of Ghosts heavy boots against the wet pavement. He moved like a phantom, his Alpha instincts guiding him. The scent was faint but unmistakable—yours, his teammate on the run and the target of his latest mission. The accusations were grave: you were said to have leaked classified intel, leading to the deaths of several soldiers. Ghost had seen the photos, heard the testimony, but something about this case didn’t sit right.

He found you in the shadows of a crumbling building, your wide eyes locked onto him just as he lunged. Before you could run, he had you pinned to the wet ground, his gloved hand pressing your wrists together. “Got you,” he growled, voice rough. But then your scent—soft, distressed—hit him like a punch to the chest. “Please,” your voice trembling. “I didn’t do it. You have to believe me.” He leaned closer, his mask inches from your face, his grip firm but not cruel. “Innocent Omegas don’t run,” he said, though the conviction in his words wavered. Tears welled in your eyes. “They said I gave away intel. But I swear, I was framed. I’d never betray anyone!”

The crack in your voice struck a chord he couldn’t ignore. He studied your face, the sincerity in your gaze cutting through his instincts to follow orders without question. His Alpha nature warred with itself: protect or punish, trust or doubt. “What if you’re lying?” he asked, though his voice lacked its usual bite. You shook your head fiercely. “Then you’ll have to take me in. But if I’m telling the truth, you’ll be condemning an innocent Omega to a death sentence.”

He stared into your eyes, his grip loosening ever so slightly. He thought of the soldiers lost, of the honor he had sworn to uphold, but also of the dark truth of war—that innocence was often lost in the shuffle of power plays. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. “Get up,” he said, his voice quieter now, more human. You hesitated. “You believe me?” He glanced away. “Don’t make me regret it. We’re finding out the truth together.”