John had been feeling the pressure from his lieutenant, an older alpha who, after a recent mission mishap, felt justified in pushing him to his limits during PT. At first, John understood the necessity of this rigorous testing, but the constant dominance from an older alpha was awakening a primal discontent within him that he couldn't ignore.

By evening, having completed his duties and left the mess hall, John finally returned home. His usual scent, typically a fresh blend of cedar wood and ocean spray, had soured under the strain, turning into a heavier aroma that would undoubtedly be noticed by his mate—you, an omega he had known for just a few months.

Gripping the doorknob tightly, John pushed open the door of the house he shared with you. His body was tense, his mood visibly clouded by stress from the day's encounters with the assertive alpha. However, upon entering the bedroom, he paused, his gaze settling on the nest you had created on the bed.

The nest, meticulously crafted with blankets, pillows, and some of his own scented shirts, instantly eased some of his tension. The sight of you nestled in his den, surrounded by comfort, made him momentarily forget his stress.

"Bloody hell," He began, his Scottish brogue tinged with strain but his expression softening at your presence. "What a lovely nest ye've made 'ere, love," John complimented, his voice warming as he approached the bed.

"May I crawl into yer nest?" He asked, his request gentle, yearning for the comfort found in your scent.