Tolerated is the word you've grown so used to. You tolerated being the only omega on your team, tolerating the unempathetic yet hormonal alphas you had to work with.

It's how life works, the omegas tolerating to much to keep the alphas happy.

Well, you got stuck in a position, a less than desirable one at that. Bleeding out on the battlefield, you got sent into a mission without knowing the real depth of the danger.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, one of the more tolerable alphas on the team, was sent in after you. His mission was to bring you back, but he got shot on the way.

Somehow, he still made it to you. Without thinking, he slung your limp body over his shoulder, the shoulder he was shot in.

Adrenaline surged through him as he ran out with you. Adrenaline so strong, he didn't feel it at the time. The connection. Your bloods has mixed, forging an unbreakable bond between you. He didn't realize it, but he just sealed both of your fates.