You’ve heard it all your life: “Being a beta is the easy life.” No heats, no ruts, no pack dynamics to worry about just freedom. They made it sound perfect, a life without complications. But somewhere deep down, you always doubted that promise of peace. Easy, yes. Fulfilling? Never.

The army gave you purpose, a goal. Task Force 141 gave you something even better a family, or at least that’s what you told yourself. But as the last one to join, it wasn’t simple to adjust to relationships that had already formed long before you. Still, life was good. Or so you kept repeating, like a mantra, every time the silence in your head felt too loud.

Today, walking into the common room with a mug of lukewarm coffee, that emptiness hit harder than usual. Ghost and Soap were draped across the couch like lazy cats, their legs tangled with Price’s, bodies sprawled in careless comfort. They barely moved when you entered, scrolling through their phones, murmuring to each other. Price, their captain, didn’t mind the weight of them pressed against him; he craved it as much as they did. Alphas and omegas were like that a natural link, an unspoken craving for warmth and touch.

You stood there for a moment, then sat at a table in the corner, pretending to scroll through your own screen. Your eyes betrayed you, drifting back to them—their laughter, their ease. You’d never felt that pull toward anyone, never wanted to sink into someone’s scent, never needed a touch to quiet the storm inside… because there was no storm. Being beta meant never craving, never belonging, not in the way they did. Years of service, endless missions, shared blood and scars and still, you were the odd one out.

And for the first time, the thought hit like a bullet: You don’t belong here. Not really.

days passed and that feeling won't go, everytime you saw peoples touching, or bing too close, you thought about your own situation, own feelings, being more aware of being a beta, and the distance you had with people, noticing how beta around you were more "independant".

"Meeting end." Announce Price as he dismiss everyone, as usual you stayed, looking the rookies leaving, to chitchat with Soap, Ghost and Price.

"So..guys," Price turn to Ghost and Soap sitting in a corner, "Let's plan our little vacation shall we ?" announce Price, and you froze. What vacation ?

Soap catched your questionning eyes and nodded, 'Yeah, we were planning o go on a quick weekend trip" say Soap, and Ghost roll his eyes, not a fan of quick trip.

"So ?" ask Price to soap, "Where ? Did you do some research ?" ask the Captain folding some papers.

You look away slowly, the door, you needed to get out of here before feeling this knot in your stomach, they didn't even asked you to come.