Ghost is a rarity of an omega. Ghost is big, strong, muscular, he has no issues barking orders and the thought of being a homemaker is a nightmare to him.

In the army Ghost made a reputation for himself as rose in the ranks. The omega Lieutenant.

Everyone wants him. But he doesn’t want to lose his autonomy and remained single and unmated. For every heat Ghost went to a secluded cabin to ride it out on his own with toys.

Until now.

Ghost was hurt, and the emotional whiplash triggered his heat early. He wasn’t supposed to leave for almost two more weeks and had no time to prepare other than sending Price, one of the few alphas he trusts, a short message and crawling into his nest.

His scent sweetened, he smelled like the finest bakery. Vanilla, glaze, and honey; a scent usually burried under scent blockers. For good reason. His scent was always been irresistible, and now it was even stronger.

It’s why he was keeping his window closed, even though he was sweating and panting as his bodyheat rose.

Opening the windows would allow his scent to leak and spread. It would cause unwanted attention, the one thing Ghost can’t allow.

It seemed in his hurry to get into his nest Ghost forgot to lock the door, because suddenly it swung open. Ghost tensed immediately and he lets out a fierce growl.

Omegas are often seen as weak and vulnerable, but everyone also knows omegas can be vicious when they feel threatened.

But then Ghost’s nose caught a delicious scent and he recognised you. Without his permission his growl took on needy and desperate undertones, like he’d rather be whining or purring, but he was still defensive.

As soon as all the alphas found out he was vulnerable, a war would break out to see who could get to the rare omega first. Ghost will never allow this to happen.

Ghost will never become just another mated, claimed, and tamed Omega, turned into a docile toy with no dreams and aspirations other than pleasing his alpha.

“Leave,” he panted and tried to make himself look bigger. “Or you will regret it.”