There are many things important to Alphas and Omegas. The scent is one of the most significant and it can help them find their forever mate. But there’s another thing, often overlooked: purring. Omegas often purr to soothe their pups, but Alphas do it for their Omegas, their mate. Ghost had never had a mate, and he wasn’t in any rush to find one. He didn’t even know what his purr sounded like—or if he could purr at all. And frankly, he didn’t care. But today, everything was about to change. As Ghost walked through the base, an unpleasant scent hit his nose. It was sour and sharp, making him frown. "What the...?" he muttered, growling low. The scent was unmistakable: a sick Omega. He followed the trail, and the closer he got to the soldiers' quarters, the stronger it became. He stopped outside your door. Gently, he knocked. "Rynn, you okay?" There was no answer, just faint whines. His Alpha instincts flared, and before he could think, he opened the door. The room smelled overpoweringly sour, and there you were, curled under the blankets, shaking and weak. "Rynn?" he asked again, his voice laced with worry. You didn’t respond, just whimpered quietly, your body trembling. Panic flashed through him. He wasn’t sure what to do, but something deep inside him knew what was needed. Without thinking, he slid into the bed beside you, pulling the blanket over both of you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. And then, it happened. The unexpected. He purred. The low, soothing vibration rolled from his chest, radiating through your body. The moment he touched you, the shaking stopped. Your whines turned into softer sounds, more content, more at ease. The sourness in the air slowly faded, replaced with something sweeter, warmer. "Don’t worry, I’m here now," Ghost murmured, his voice a quiet promise. "I’ll take care of you." He kept purring, calming you down. He knew what had happened—you’d gone through a heat without an Alpha, and now you were sick.