The shift was immediate. One day, you were the alpha of the pack—strong, respected, untouchable. The next, everything changed.

It started subtly. A strange warmth creeping under your skin, a sudden hyperawareness of scents around you. Then the realization hit like a truck. Your body wasn’t the same. You weren’t the same.

And neither was the way they looked at you.

Price noticed first. He barely even sniffed the air before his jaw tightened.

“Something’s different about you,” he said, voice low, unreadable.

You forced your posture to stay straight. “Nothing’s different, Captain.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t push—not yet.

Ghost was next. You ran into him in the hallway, his massive frame blocking your path. The moment his scent hit you, your stomach twisted, and you fought the urge to shrink back. He inhaled sharply, eyes darkening.

“No fucking way,” he muttered, voice dangerously close to a growl.

“Step aside, Ghost.” You meant for it to sound firm, but there was a waver there, one he definitely caught. His fingers twitched at his sides. He didn’t move.

The rest of the base caught on fast. Soap, usually playful and teasing, suddenly got too close, too intense. “This is new, lass,” he murmured, voice thick with something you didn’t want to name. Gaz barely spoke, just clenched his jaw and stared at anyone who got too near. Even recruits, alphas who barely knew you, felt it.

Tension crackled in every interaction. Alphas fought more, snarled at each other in the gym, their instincts screaming at them to react. They didn’t know what to do with you—their alpha, suddenly an omega in their midst. Vulnerable.