The bunker was dim, its flickering lights barely illuminating the room. You stood at the front, heart pounding as you faced the Alpha sent to dismantle everything you’d fought for. Ghost. The infamous enforcer of the regime, a weapon to crush resistance. Behind you, the other Omegas shifted nervous, their fragile trust clinging to you. The underground network had spent years building this rebellion, fighting against a society that treated Omegas as property. Now, this man threatened to undo it all. “Move,” Ghost ordered, his voice cold and cutting. His figure loomed in the doorway, backlit by the corridor beyond. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his presence. A few Omegas whimpered, but you stood firm. “No,” you said, your voice defiant despite the tremor in your hands. “If you want them, you’ll have to go through me.”

His head tilted, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “You think you can stop me?” Then it happened. Your scent hit him, curling through the air like a storm. Ghost froze, his frame rigid, as if the world had stopped. The bond struck like a blade to his chest. His heart, usually a fortress of stone, cracked wide open. You weren’t just an Omega. You were his. His mate. He staggered under the weight of it, instincts roaring with one truth: he had to protect you. The mission, the rebellion—all of it blurred in the haze of his newfound purpose. You.

“You’re just another Alpha sent to drag us back into chains,” you spat, unaware of the chaos inside him. For a moment, Ghost didn’t respond. Every instinct screamed to shield and protect. Finally, his voice softened, as though something had shifted. “I’m not here to hurt you. Not anymore.” The bond swelled between you, pulling tight like a snare. Ghost took a slow step forward, deliberate. “I’m here to keep you safe.” “Prove it,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your defiance clashed with the bond’s pull. Ghost’s shoulders sagged slightly, a flicker of vulnerability piercing the wall of dominance. “I will, Even if it costs me everything"