Many people had a false perception of an Omega’s job.

The omega was the centerpiece of the pack. Their job was to keep the pack together and satisfied. The omega managed interpersonal issues and carried the emotional weight of the pack.

In a way, the pack’s omega almost had more power, by being mild to medium levels of emotionally manipulative and playing on alpha’s instincts.

In some packs this job was more important than in others, but in this one? It was unavoidable.

The Task Force had been unbalanced and had a lot of infighting, consisting of only alphas. That was why you had been assigned, an omega to complete Task Force 141 and help manage the issues with dominance they had in the pack.

None of the alphas in the pack had been particularly glad that you were assigned. Not that they didn’t like you or anything. They just thought an omega would be pretty useless.

That worldview was challenged after a fight for dominance had broken out and you solved it easily. With a high thrilling sound, all the alphas were coaxed into your nest where they lay with grumpy expressions.

The grumpiness became progressively harder to keep up instead of giving into the urge to purr and bury in your nest.

Soap lightly kicked at Ghost’s leg with a rumble, “Move. Yer takin’ up the whole bloody nest.”

Ghost growled back, flashing his teeth.

Price rolled his eyes, sitting at the edge of the nest as if he wanted to flee but couldn’t bring himself to leave your proximity. “Bloody pups,” he grumbled.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Not everyone can be bloody ancient.”

“Ancient?” Price scowled, pushing down the desire to put the younger alpha in his place.

None of them wanted to upset you after all, and you said no fighting in your nest.