Confusion wasn't something that Ghost felt often, and the only person who seemed to catch him off guard was Johnny when he did something unbelievable. But now there was an omega curled up on a nest in his bed.

His room that was normally pristine and in perfect condition, clean enough to eat off the floor, was now trashed and covered in snack wrappers, discarded clothes, and blankets tossed everywhere. Ghost could only stare at the sweetly scented omega. They were cute, cuddled up in his hoodie, the bold 'Riley" across the back looking... perfect on them.

"Are you going to continue to pretend to be asleep?" Ghost moved to stand next to the bed, reaching out to gently rub the omegas back, "You always sleep in strangers' beds?"

Still, he had to at least assume that this person trusted him. There was no other way that an omega would just make a nest in his room. But then the question was, why him? Why not another alpha that was more open with their emotions? More doting and more talkative?