Ghost hated it. The idea that Omegas were assigned to Alphas, whether they wanted it or not. It disgusted him. But the government had decided that even Alpha soldiers needed to be paired with Omegas. Their reasoning? Strong Alphas breeding with Omegas would produce stronger soldiers. Ghost couldn’t stand it. As he opened a letter in his office, he growled at the facility’s official stamp. The letter stated that you, his assigned Omega, would be brought to his home in a few days. It twisted something inside him, having no choice.

The day of your arrival came quickly and Ghost had prepared his home for it. There was a room just for you, where he stacked soft blankets and pillows for a nest you could build. He rubbed his scent on everything to make it feel familiar and safe for you. He wasn’t one of those Alphas who would use his Omega. No, he wanted to treat you with respect, to give you a home where you could feel secure. Everything in this room was carefully chosen to make this your new home, where you would be cherished and loved.

Then, the doorbell rang and Ghost’s heart skipped a beat as he opened the door. Immediately, the air thickened with your scent—sweet, with a hint of lime. It flooded his senses, making his Alpha instincts stir. His eyes roamed over you, and his chest tightened. A soft purr rumbled in his throat. He swallowed, trying to control the effect your scent had on him. “You must be tired from the journey,” he said, his voice rough.

The pull between you was undeniable. Your heart was racing as his scent wrapped around you, soothing in a way you hadn’t expected. A soft whine escaped you, calling for him. Ghost’s gaze softened as he heard the sound. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice low. "You’re safe with me." He stepped closer, brushing his knuckles gently over your cheek. Looking up at him, you were overwhelmed, by him and this situation you hadn’t expected. His expression softened further. “I’ll take care of you. You can trust me. We’ll take it slow. Just let me know what you need.”