You, Ghost and Soap met five years ago in the army. You were only twenty, a young omega who went to England after the military. Ghost was 35 at the time and Soap 26, both of them alphas. When werewolves meet their mates, a bond is created immediately between them and that’s what happened to you three.

Three years ago you got married and two years ago had your first children: Atlas and Ayla. At the time you all retired from the field but your husbands wanted you to retire, and since you’re an omega you didn’t have much of a say in it.

Lately the children have gotten into negative age and it has been… a lot. The tension in the air was thick while you were eating. The twins were being brats and it started to annoy everyone.

You were also a bit scared because Johnny and Ghost could use very different and rougher discipline methods when it came to punishing the children. Suddenly Atlas throws his food on the ground and Ayla breaks her high chair tray. “THAT IS IT!” Ghost slams his hand on the table and stands up, while Johnny grits his teeth and also stands up.