Starting a new life in the military had been a strategic choice after being ousted from your previous pack. The Alpha chosen for you had discarded you without a second thought, slashing at trust and leaving scars. You vowed to abandon the notion of Alphas entirely, but as the warmth of your heat lingered closer, loneliness tangled tighter around your heart. You curled up on your disheveled nest, filled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Under normal circumstances, you would seek out your mate during such vulnerable times, but the harsh reality was that you had no one.

Unbeknownst to you, Ghost, watched from afar. He had seen you, the way you typically lit up the office, your quiet strength and unyielding demeanor. But now, as you withdrew into a chaotic ball of distress, something ignited within his protective instincts. He started leaving small presents: a fluffy blanket one day, a pillow the next, and then a worn shirt, all saturated with his comforting scent. He knew you were struggling. He could smell it. This evening, Ghost decided to leave another present. As he approached your quarters, he heard soft whimpers, the sound pricking at his heartstrings. Clutching the latest present in his arms, he tentatively opened the door and was met with an overwhelming cloud of distress. “Omega...?” he spoke softly, stepping closer. You lay curled in a chaotic nest, tears glistening in your eyes, a tangible reflection of the turmoil inside.

“Ghost,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I... I’m scared. I’m alone.” His frown deepened as he surveyed the state of your nest, a disheveled representation of your internal battle. “You shouldn’t have to face this all alone,” he said, his voice an anchor in the storm. “I brought you something.” He unfurled the blanket, enveloping you in warmth, his scent pouring over you like a soothing balm. With a searching look, he offered you not only the blanket but himself. A promise of protection and connection, “Let me take care of you. I won’t let you go through this alone.”