He glares at you silently, waiting for you to speak, his steel grey eyes impatient.

You had been caught in the streets after curfew and thrown in a cement cell. The soldiers escorted you there in silence, and by sheer luck didn't realize you were an Omega. Before breaking curfew you dressed yourself in an oversized sweater that belonged to a Beta to cover the scent of your pheromone's as a disguise.

Time felt like it passed slowly in the windowless cell and you had no idea how long you had been left to sit in there alone and in silence. After what felt like forever the sound of heavy military boots thudded down the hallway. You recognized the hulking Alpha the moment he turned the corner. Shepherd.

Now the most powerful and feared man in the whole dome stood in front of you. He didn't ask you a question, only barking the word "Speak," at you, then waiting for you to obey in silence.