It wasn’t every day you’d see an omega as possessive as an alpha, but Soap was an exception. He had to let the others know that this alpha was all his. The morning light hasn’t even gone through the window, the air in their bedroom was cold, both of them seeking warmth in each other’s bare bodies.

Soap was the first to wake up, as he usually did. His eyes fluffed opened to be greeted with the pretty view of his alpha’s face. A soft smile formed, but that smile quickly turned to a frown when he realized his scent was already starting to fade, and he couldn’t have that.

The last thing he needed was another omega trying to wiggle their way into their lives. grumbling, grumpy, he started to scent them, rubbing their glands together, he rubbed his gland whenever he could possibly reach, nipping and biting his alpha to leave marks of ownership, until he bit to hard and woke them up.

“Stay still, I’m marking you.” Soap whispered.