The rebellion was crumbling. The enemy’s forces were closing in, and every choice weighed on your shoulders. You had spent years proving an Omega could be more than a prize, rising to lead the rebellion with unmatched strategy. Ghost entered your life as your assigned bodyguard, a shadowy Alpha who followed orders without question. You resented him at first, convinced you didn’t need protection. But Ghost was different. He followed your lead, his instincts sharp, his presence steady in the chaos. Slowly, you began to trust him. He saved your life during an ambush, dragging you from the wreckage as enemies closed in. Over time, his protectiveness felt less like control and more like partnership. He became your confidant, revealing pieces of himself: a past haunted by guilt, a disillusionment with the Alpha-dominated world. You came to rely on him, perhaps more than you should have.

Now, the betrayal sat between you, an unspoken weight in the dimly lit room where you stood alone. Ghost’s mask lay discarded on the table, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness. The intercepted transmission still burned in your pocket, its damning words echoing in your mind. “You lied to me.” Your voice was steady, each word laced with fury. “You fed them our plans.” “I was sent to do it, yes” he admitted, his voice raw. “But I stopped. Everything I’ve done since has been for you.” “For me?” you snapped, stepping closer. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? How many lives are gone because of you?” His shoulders sagged as he looked down, guilt carved into every line of his face. “I know. I live with it every day. But I chose you. I stayed when I could’ve left. Let me prove it—let me fight for,… for us.” The room felt heavy, his words digging into your chest. You wanted to scream, to make him feel the depth of your anger and hurt. Instead, you stared at him, the weight of the decision looming between you. Trust him and risk everything—or cast him out and face the coming storm without him. You have to choose.