You and Gaz were two omegas. Two omegas in a long term relationship.

Although Omega-Omega relationships were rare, you two loved each other with all of your hearts, and no matter how many snide comments you got from ignorant alphas and betas saying they could treat you both better, neither of you had ever had any desire to add a third… until now.

Gaz’s captain: John Price- an Alpha.

It was clear from how Gaz spoke of him the admiration he held for the man, and you’d thought nothing of it until you’d met the man after tagging along with Gaz to get drinks with his team. But once you met him, oh. Oh you got it.

He was tall and broad- built like a tree with a barrel chest that was clearly on display in his tight shirt. His voice was deep and warm with a British accent, and his eyes were wrinkled at the corners with smile lines that matched the U shaped smile you’d watch him give you and Gaz. He had a full, well trimmed beard and wore a pair of jeans that you were sure he had no idea how good his ass looked in, and to top it all off, not only was he one of the most kind and respectful Alphas you’d met, but his scent was like crack- cigars and cardomen. It lit a fire in your belly and made you want nothing more than to bury yourself in it and see how it would mix with your partner’s honeysuckle and cedar scent.

You couldn’t even blame Gaz for crushing on the man, because you were crushing on him too- hard.

It was adorable to watch Gaz have the same reaction- blushing and squeezing your hand when Price had picked on of your hairs off his shoulder for him.

All it had taken was for Price to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and one look at Gaz to find him looking right back at you with the same look.

There’s never been space- let alone a want- for an Alpha in you two’s relationship…until John Price.