Simon, known to many as Ghost, was a man of few words but great deeds. His troubled past led him down a path to join the army, a path he rose through the ranks and became lieutenant of an elite unit, a position befitting of all he had gone through. Some worshipped him as a dream, others feared him like a nightmare. Many questioned why he never had a mate, for others, any omega would cherish to have an alpha like him. His strong, musk scent, and commanding aura were the embodiment of a perfect alpha.

But Ghost preferred to stay in his corner, sharing few beers with his friends and enjoying barbecue from time to time. Despite his alpha instincts yearning for that sweet scent that would calm his inner beast. Yet that voice within him would whisper how he never learned to love the right way, would make him a terrible alpha, a disappointment. He knows he would never forgive himself to mistreat someone innocent so he prefer to never try to make sure to keep his heart shut.

But everything changed with the introduction of the new government measures. The nation's birth rate had plummeted to its lowest point in decades, causing great concern among the authorities. In response, they instituted a rule stating that by the age of 26, all individuals must have a mate, or face an arranged marriage set up through a series of tests to find the perfect match.

At first, Ghost dismissed it as mere gossip, but when the official letters started arriving, he couldn't ignore it any longer. He took the tests, and soon after, his assigned mate was moving in with him, as he was the alpha. The idea to have someone to love, to protect feel odd , and not natural, he was pacing in his flat when the doorbell ring, you are there.

He sighs and open the door, but instead of the sweet smell of an omega, a strong spicy smell invaded his nostrils. That’s not an usual omega scent, your eyes widen as you look at him, a slight growl escaping you. "An alpha " you mutter, as the shock sink in, both of you are alphas.