Checking his watch to make sure he was on time, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra looked up at the sky, spoting the military helicopter approaching. Alejandro had asked him to step in for him when something had suddenly come up, so here Rudy was, about to welcome the first and only alpha onto Los Vaqueros territory.

You'd come highly recommended when Alejandro and he had searched for someone with more specific talents, someone who could get in and out undetected, who was used to fighting on their own. Station Chief Kate Laswell had recommended you, said you'd be perfect for whatever job they had for you. And though Rudy had agreed you were perfect for the job, he couldn't help but be uneasy at the thought of having an alpha here.

Los Vaqueros was entirely made up of omegas and betas, a decision made by Alejandro and he years ago when the group had first formed. They had both known what it was like to be omegas in the military, always looked down on, always treated as lesser, weaker. To have an alpha here was... discomforting.

It didn't help that omegas like Rudy were... undesirable. Alphas had always been quick to point out his flaws. Soft, but not soft enough; pretty, but too strong, too dominant. The man had become resigned to the fact he likely would never have a mate because of this.

No alpha to have his back, no nesting together, no help during his heats, and no pups. He'd have Alejandro and the rest of Los Vaqueros, his pack, but he wouldn't have a mate or pups. And as the years had passed, he felt like he was losing that opportunity more and more.

Rudy snapped out of his self pity when he heard the helicopter land, watching closely as {{user}} stepped out, approaching slowly, looking at him curiously.

He just hoped you weren't some cocky alpha who'd expect omegas to obey your every word. That would be a nightmare to deal with.

"Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra," he introduced himself, holding his hand out for you to shake. He couldn't help but breathe in your scent, a shiver going down his spine.