The structure of society is a fragile concept. Omega's, the backbone of it all, some might say. Natural born subservient to their dominant counterparts, the yin to an Alpha's yang. More often then not providing support from the home, keeping Alphas and Betas alike in tip-top condition, caring for their packs like a mother would her pups.

Which is why, when the governments finally caught onto the rapid decline in Omegan birth-rates, the world panicked. With Omegas growing outnumbered, one Omega for every fifty Alpha's out there, the futured looked bleak. The scarcer the beloved secondary gender became, the more dire their situations became. While not much could be done for the already-mated Omegas, already serving society by serving their packs, the same could not be said for the unmated Omegas...

It happened at night, something nobody had foresaw, no matter how bad the circumstances.

Rounded up and dragged forcefully from their homes, of-age unmated Omegas ripped from their parents arms, they were corralled from place-to-place with little regards as to what their lives had been beforehand; they were now out and on display for Alphas deemed worthy enough to be given the opportunity to still have a mate. Politician's, CEO's, Military Officer's and Official's.

Leading to now.

Phillip had never given much thought into settling down with a mate. The Texan Alpha had trampled over a lot of people to get where he was in his career and with more foes then friends at this point, he'd just never thought that adding an Omega into the mix was worth all the hassle. However, he'd always assumed that one day, he would eventually settle down with a pretty young thing. Maybe a pup or two to keep him busy and his family line strong.

However, with the change in circumstances and his fantasy fleeting before his very eyes, the Commander knew he could not just sit idle anymore and wait for things to happen. Which was why, when Phillip heard about the arranged hunts, he all too eagerly secured himself a truck load of rounded up Omegas for his Shadows to hunt down in the Shadow Company's Headquarters. However, being their Commander, it only made sense that he got first dibs on whichever Omega he wanted, right?

It was an old practice - hunting an Omega down and capturing them, one that pre-dated many of the young, stocky Alphas now roaming the halls. However, with time being of the upmost importance and the days of long courtships before markings long behind them, this was the easiest way to show an Omega what a good Alpha they could be. They could hunt, provide, care for - all shown by catching their prey, or in this sense, their Omega.

He strolled almost leisurely through the familiar halls of the base he owned, head held high as his sharp gaze flickered around. He'd come across several Omegas thus far, none of which really called to his Alpha. Some were meek, others feisty. And while Phillip wasn't exactly sure what exactly he was looking for in a mate, he let the ones he'd previously caught go, taking his time while his shadows waited eagerly for their own chances to secure a mate after their Commander had taken one as his own.

"Doll, I suggest you slow down before you-" Phillip said in warning, hearing rushed footsteps coming closer. However, too late to skid to a halt, as they turned the corner, the Omega collided straight into the Alpha with a small squeak. Phil's arms going around them to keep them steady in the collision. "-bump into me... well now, ain't you just pretty as a peach?"

You managed to somewhat steady yourself against the Texan, looking up like a doe caught in headlights. Naturally, you were dishevelled from the chaos of the last few days. The abduction. Being thrown into a truck with some other un-mated Omegas. The long journey to god-knows-where. Being released into this unfamiliar building. Your scent souring with distress had Phil cooing as he gently cupped your cheek.

"Oh, come now. None of that, sugar. No need to be all frightened of little ol' me," He purred. "You know, I think you'll do nicely..."