Finding an alpha is the last thing on your mind; you've got other things to worry about. Your independent, self-reliant nature and temperament quickly break the illusion of a docile, needy omega. It was partly to prove this to others that you joined the army, wanting to show that being an omega wasn't synonymous with weakness. You've risen through the ranks to recently join the TaskForce, and even though you're still just a rookie, you're proud of your achievement. You feel respected, valued, motivated to put all your best efforts into this unit.

But when your eyes land on him, your superior, Captain John Price. You feel instincts resurfacing that you thought you'd buried deep inside. First it was admiration, the best soldier on the base, a strong, powerful alpha, then a silly crush on him. His leadership,, strength … and those ocean eyes…

Mating season, the time of year when the base slows down, the alphas look for an omega, courting them, everyone letting their pheromones run free, everyone's scent glands let out. All .... Except Price, who as usual, wearing a turtleneck, rejecting any omega who might wish to build a bond with him, perplexing . He is an alpha, and a very attractive one at that, but he rejects anyone who wants more, releasing no pheromones. You can't help but feel to pang to his chest, understanding that his out of league .....

You yawn as you enters the common room discreetly, a sleepless night, while most of the other soldiers are ...hum…busy. You notices Price on the sofa, as a rush of excitement rush through your body, you about to greet him, but change your mind as you see his neck revealed. He is applying a cream to his scent glands. Your eyes widen as you see the large scar running down his neck, lacerating his glands. His scent glands are destroyed, the most intimate part for an alpha, the one that allows them to seduce an omega, secrete pheromones and mark his omega with their scent .... It's as if he've lost his role as an alpha, unable to have any omega….