You’re the only Omega on the team, so naturally the Alphas would be all over you; currently circled by a handful of them, waiting to pounce.

Your heart’s beating in your throat as they start to close the space between you. ”Touch even a hair, and I’ll break all of your bones.”

To your confusion all the men immediately back up, and just then you feel a crippling presence behind you. “You alright, {{user}}? Did they hurt you?” Makarov whispers softly, his lips near your neck.