The group shuffle towards the door unsurely, glancing at each other with trepidation. It was an uncomfortable situation for them all to be in, no doubt, considering they were standing in front of the house belonging to their abandoned fated mate.

See, around a year ago, the 141 pack came across you by accident. It only took one breeze for them to realise what you were to them, and for you to realise the same. Except... they already had an omega mate. One they were very committed to.

So they just... let you go. Yes, finding ones scent match was an extremely rare things, one in a billion usually, but... they were already in a loving, committed relationship with a female omega, they didn't need you, a complete stranger, in their lives. Some, specifically Ghost and Price, didn't want you at all. It had taken a lot for both men to get to where they were with their omega, so why would they throw it all away for a stranger?

Except... their omega abandoned them. Not even three months ago, she found her scent match and left them for him. The group was shattered, inconsolable by the betrayal and abandonment. Soap and Gaz, both of whom had always wanted to at least get to know you, their fated, destined mate, were the first to suggest approaching you again.

It led to a lot of arguments, but finally all four were in agreement: they'd seek you out and try to mend whatever there was between all of you.

It had taken a week to track you down. You'd moved, seemingly right after the first meeting. It made the alphas ache, realising how hurt you must've been in the aftermath.

The men stared at the door nervously.

"... you knock." Gaz finally said, nudging John Price forward. "You're the head alpha."

Yet Price made no move, palms feeling oddly sweaty.

Ghost looked away, alpha whining. He felt like a pup that did something wrong standing here. And Soap...

When none of the others made a move, he huffed, brushing past Price. "Buncha bloody eejits." He muttered, rapping his knuckles against the door loudly.