Everything had gone wrong. The mission. A trek with your team of bonded Alphas and Omegas had fallen apart. Crouched behind a tree, weapon trembling in your grip, you locked eyes with your Alpha one last time. His gaze, steady and full of unspoken love, before he sprinted into the chaos.

He was buying you time.

Every instinct screamed to follow, but his scent, his command, kept you moving. Fighting the agony in your chest, you bolted into the dark, weaving through the trees. Tears blurred your vision as the truth hit you: he wasn’t coming back. You couldn’t go back.

When you finally collapsed far from the fight, your wails tore through the night, raw and uncontrollable. Your scent glands flared, releasing your grief into the air. You craved him. His touch, his scent, his voice.

Then came the sound of boots.

A sharp scent of multiple Alphas cut through the air, unfamiliar and commanding. A figure emerged, clad in tactical gear, blue eyes locking onto you with precision. “Got an Omega here, boys!” He called over his shoulder. “Could smell ‘em from a mile out!”

You hissed, backing into a tree, but he crouched nearby, hands loose at his sides. “Easy..” he murmured with almost a chuckle. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya…We’ll get you someplace safe, a proper nest at base. Warm. Secure. Alright..?”