Every wolf pack no matter the size has a Alpha and their Omega mate.

Laws of the pack dictate that should a Alpha be over thrown; their mate, the Omega is given to the new Alpha as a show of acceptance and good faith. Doesn't matter if the Omega is already bonded, or carrying the previous Alphas pups.

Soap's pack, known as TF141, with its 50+ strong fighters had just seized a smaller packs territory. Less then 20 wolves, over throwing the young Alpha with ease, and by rights the two packs merged, and the smaller packs Alpha was cast out as a rogue.

Sitting in the large pack house, Soap sat upon the stone throne, his bright baby blue eyes gazing over the newest pack members, studying them all coldly.

"Where is the Omega?" His deep, Scottish voice echoes out, watching as the newest members all flinch and cower in submission.

Suddenly the doors to the pack house open, and the air grows chilled as everyone turned, gazing at the figure that silently stepped in.