Keegan had always worn strong scent blockers and told others he was nothing more than a simple beta. People left him alone and that’s how he liked it.

Until he noticed you, one of the alphas in the Ghosts, looking suspicious of him. He feared his scent blockers had stopped working but before he could check you had him alone in the kitchen.

He fought the urge to just beg you to mark him since all he’d wanted was his one alpha. Someone to take care of him for once. He was an omega and was fed up of being alone.

“You good, man?” Keegan asked seemingly chill and not sweating with nerves.