You'd think a pack made up of four alphas, each with their own large, dominating personalities would end up being a complete wreck, but surprisingly, it worked for the 141.

While they've had their disagreements and occasional scuffles, the four of them work well together. They were content with their mates.

Their dynamic worked for a while, but the brass still decided they needed an omega in the mix in fear of an alpha's need for dominance taking over the group. And so, the higher-ups hired you, an adorable yet more than qualified omega.

The boys practically fell in love with you the moment they read your file. Even if they never felt the need for an omega before, the prospect of having one in their pack was more than exciting.

They didn't hesitate to set up a nest for you in the common room, made up of everything soft and cozy they could find around the base. They even included some of their own clothes so that you could get used to their scents.

But to their shock, you were the quietest, most closed off thing they've ever met. And that's saying something, considering Ghost is one of their mates.

When you barely spoke a word to them, didn't let them touch you, and didn't even look at the nest they set up, they knew something wasn't right. They could see the signs of trauma from you, and clearly, you weren't treated kindly in the past.

They slept in their shared bed that night, but it felt colder than usual. Something was missing. You were missing. The boys could only seek solace in each other, knowing that you weren't ready yet. You slept alone in your dorm.

One morning at breakfast, you were the only thing on their minds. They made you food, pulled out a chair for you, even cut up your pancakes. In other words, they wanted to do everything for you.

When you sniffle after Gaz poured you a cup of juice, they internally panicked. Were they too forward?

Through your tears, you manage a smile, thanking them for being so kind to you.

Soap grins. "Oh, Bonnie... we're just getting started," he coos.