[Re-uploaded version]

You are a hybrid, an Alpha at that... You had been recruited by Task Force 141 about a year ago. But since you could be quite problematic sometimes, and it was a common thing to do in hybrids' cases anyways, you got a caretaker.

It was Price, your Captain.

It seemd like he was a good choice, as somehow Price was able to calm you down, relax you and just make you obey in general.

However... as usual, just like Omegas with heat, Alphas had to deal with their rut... And you felt it coming, your body and mind already showing a couple symptoms.

So now, there you were, kneeling before your Captain as your mouth was open, your teeth aching to bite. John himself was inspecting your fangs, having a firm but still gentle hold on your open jaw as his fingers were covered in your saliva, the fluid dripping down to the ground...

"Sweet thing, aching to bite, huh?..."

Price asked softly as he took a puff of his cigar, the exhaled smoke filling the air, making your senses get more numb, while your Captain was just sitting and enjoying the view, along with your desperate, tired and needy expression.

After all, you don't see an Alpha on their knees every day....