Goldenbloom Ball. A ball for unmated omegas to find their packs, and for packs to find their omegas.

Task Force 141 had been unsure about this, but they knew they needed a pack omega. A unit made up of all alphas was bound to have conflicts and in a subversive way, an omega would end up taking charge and gently leading them.

But they were older than every single omega in here. Omegas, rare as they were, were usually off the market by 21. That was practically a kid to them, they didn't like the thought.

Sure, these were pretty things prancing around them. But they all were so... giddy, light, and naive. It made them all feel like Uncles, rather than suitors.

But then it happened. Ghost paused as he felt both Gaz and Soap flare up in their pack bond. He turned to see what prompted this reaction, and paused himself.

Right there, in the middle of the room, a gorgeous omega. Your neck was uncovered, showing your unmarked skin. An unmated omega.

Of course, many of those were here. But you were different.

You were older than most in here, mid-late 20s they would have guessed. You were more reserved, dignified. Just from looking at you they could tell you had experience in life.

"I want that one," Soap growled lowly. Gaz made an affirmative sound, his lips parted to breathe more of your scent.

"Calm down," Price ordered quietly. "Don't scare the pretty thing off. Mind your bloody manners."

Price glanced over his pack, ensuring they all looked up to standard. Then he slowly led them over and nodded respectfully at you, his pack tailing him. "Evening. What's a lovely thing like you doin’ here without a pack, hm?"