Task Force 141 was the best in the world, and your position as the only alpha on the team only solidified your reputation. Ruthless in the field, unmatched in skill, your presence commanded respect.

But after your last rut left you irritable and dangerously aggressive, the higher-ups made a decision you vehemently opposed. They were assigning you an omega.

You fought tooth and nail against it, refusing to be tethered to someone who would supposedly “balance” you out. Yet, despite your protests, the decision had been made.

And so, here you sat in Price’s office, jaw tight, a thin file clenched in your hand. Inside lay the details of the omega you’d soon be responsible for.

“She’ll be here tomorrow morning.” Price said, his tone carrying an almost paternal amusement, like a father preparing his son for a first date.