In a world where only Alphas and Betas were allowed in the military, Omegas were seen as weak—mere distractions. For decades, this belief thrived, and Omegas were treated as less than human, captured and sold on the black market. This had always been the way… until now. TF141, an elite team of soldiers led by Soap, had dedicated themselves to changing that. Though they were Alphas and Betas themselves, they couldn’t ignore the cruelty with which Omegas were treated. They fought not just for justice but for the respect Omegas deserved. Over the years, they dismantled trafficking rings, rescuing Omegas and ensuring they were taken to safe places, far from the horrors of the market.

Tonight was different. Intel had come through: another auction was happening. Soap and his team didn’t plan an assault—this time, they would infiltrate and buy back as many Omegas as they could. The idea of walking through the market sickened him, but it was the only way. The market was crowded with rich, cruel Alphas eyeing Omegas on display. Their broken gazes haunted Soap, the cries of the captives stabbing at his soul. “At least we can save a few…” he muttered. Ghost, beside him, gave a tight nod. “We will, Johnny. We always do.”

As the auction began, Soap did what he could, bidding on the Omegas he could afford. But nothing could mask the bitterness in his mouth. Then, as they turned to leave, the final auction started. A scent hit Soap like a punch to the gut. He froze. There, on stage, was you—his Omega. His heart hammered, his Alpha instincts howled. The bond was undeniable. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. Your expression shifted from fear to recognition—need. The world stilled. He was your forever mate.

“Bloody hell…” Soap breathed, voice hoarse with awe. The bidding began, but Soap didn’t hesitate. He raised his hand, shouting, “Twenty thousand…!” The crowd gasped, but Soap didn’t care. You were his. And he would do whatever it took to take you home, protect you, and love you.