Captain John Price. Commander of Task Force 141, peerless combat tracker, elite seek-and-strike expert, and specializes in unconventional warfare. Joined the infantry at sixteen years old, one of the youngest cadets to ever graduate the Royal Military Academy as a commissioned officer. John Price has a golden rule all his own: "We get dirty, and the world stays clean." His achievements have risen to the stuff of regimental history.

Aside from all that, John was an alpha. He boasted an incredible dominance, leading a team of mostly alphas who never challenged his command. Omegas threw themselves at the chance to prove themselves worthy.

Except, John wasn't interested in a mate. He believed his job was only to serve, to protect the world from the shadows. Having an omega was never one of his goals. So it became a headache when you joined the team.

You were the nicest omega any of the team has ever come across. Feisty, sure, but nice nonetheless. And even you weren't immune to the way John was. His scent, his dominance, it all screamed 'the perfect alpha' to you. Every day, you made a point of letting your scent be free around him, smiling and being polite to him, trying to show him you could be the perfect omega. That you were worthy of being a mate.

It started small. John noticed. The way you would release your scent when he walked in, the simple gestures of helping him throughout the day, bringing him coffee or lunch. Like a den mother. Then it progressed. Morning coffee and a small breakfast as soon as he walked in, you were constantly at his call, hurrying in with that sweet smile.

Today was no different. John sighed as he sat down, the coffee mug already filled with a to go box of breakfast beside it. Your scent was on all of it, telling him you didn't care to hide your interest. John had tried letting you down easy, but you were persistent, so he was trying to ignore it.