The bond was a mistake. A cruel twist of fate. You were his prisoner, an Omega insurgent fighting against the very system Ghost had sworn to uphold. Captured in battle, restrained, muzzled like an animal. You expected interrogation, maybe execution. Instead, something far worse happened. A forced bond. It wasn’t intentional. You were both wounded, bleeding out in the dirt, and when Ghost carried you through fire and smoke, your bodies betrayed you. A biological reaction—one in a million. Your heat, his pheromones, the primal need for survival. The bond snapped into place, irreversible.

Now, you feel everything. His emotions, his pain, the hollow ache of his presence when he’s too far. But Ghost refuses to claim you. He won’t touch you. Won’t even look at you for too long. And it’s killing you. The bond calls for completion, for connection, but he keeps his distance, locking himself away in his own suffering. You hate him for it. Hate the way your body still aches for him despite everything.

One night, when the pain is unbearable, you find him staring at the sky, gripping his own wrist so tightly his knuckles go white. “Why won’t you just finish it? Claim me,…” your voice cracks, raw and desperate. Ghost exhales sharply. “Because you didn’t choose me.” Your breath catches. “I won’t be like them,” he whispers. “I won’t be the kind of Alpha who takes an Omega’s choice away.” Tears burn your eyes. “I hate you for this, Ghost,”you murmur. Ghost finally looks at you. “For that,… I hate myself even more,…” “But the bond—”

“Is a prison,” he interrupts. “For both of us.” His voice softens. “You think this doesn’t tear me apart? The pull. The need. But if I give in… if I take that step… I’m no better than the people you’ve been fighting against your whole life.” Tears blur your vision as you whisper, “Then what am I supposed to do? Stay empty and… alone?“ Ghost steps closer, his presence towering but his voice impossibly soft. “You’re not alone,” he says. “I’ll carry this with you. As long as it takes.”