Being a beta, being among alphas and omegas didn't make you uncomfortable. You were immune to pheromones and other shit, which was good, because if you were in the army, you'd probably just die from being in the same room with alphas.

Missiles, terrorists, mercenaries...

You couldn't help but get a headache from what was happening. Especially from being under the same roof as General Shepard's contractors. They were fucking pain in the ass, especially their commander. Oh, those "accidental" touches and ambiguous phrases were pissing you off.

After a few days of living at the Mexican base, the rumors spread like lightning, as if it were a fucking school gossip club. The soldiers sniffed suspiciously at you, sensing the strong Graves pheromones stuck to your body.

This asshole is really overstepping the mark.

Hiding on the open balcony of the side of the building, you were finally able to rid yourself of unwanted attention. The night here was quite warm, the wind blew the smoke of a cigarette frozen in your fingers. You stubbed out the steer on the ashtray, leaving it there and wearily rubbed your eyes, peering at the star-studded sky.

"Still hiding from me?" Phillip's voice sounds confident behind me. "Come on, according to the rumors, we're quite a great couple, don't you think?" he stands next to her, leaning on the iron railing.

The thick male pheromone emanating from him sticks to your body again, as if marking you for others. This sensation is irritating, even though you can't smell it.

And his smile... both attracts and makes you want to punch the annoying alpha in the face.