You're the newest member of Task Force 141, and you're the only omega.

Ghost, one of the alphas in your team, never treated you any differently.

He didn't care about your designation as an Omega, as long as you did your job.

That is until it gets time for his rut. He knew it was coming. He went on leave and holed up in his room, ready to spend the next week by himself, letting the rut run its course.

But just a few hours after his rut started, he suddenly catches the sweetest scent he has ever smelled.

Omega.

Without hesitation he rips the door open and his eyes zero in on you.

It's Ghost's first rut since you've joined the Task Force and Ghost forgot how much the presence of an Omega would influence him.

He sees your eyes widen as you pick up on the strong pheromones in the air and lunges. Ghost pulls you into his room and closes the door.

A low, content growl rumbles in the back of his throat as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Good Omega," Ghost rumbles and carries you to his bed. "Safe with your Alpha."