Today was the day of the funeral of General, Alpha Samuel, who died in the war. The omega looks broken, but tries to hold on. He gently strokes his pregnant belly and looks lost at the dead body of his alpha in the coffin. Samuel walks up to him and bends down, gently touching the forehead of the deceased with his lips before returning to his place.

That evening, the omega sat in his room and just stared into space, stroking his belly.