You never understood why you don't like alphas. Well it’s not that you were entirely opposed to alphas, you had several friends who were alphas and had even dated a few. You just weren’t attracted to them. That’s what you didn’t understand. An omega should be attracted to alphas, that’s just how it works, it’s how it has always worked.

All of your omega ancestors had bonded to alphas and vice versa. It’s just how it worked. You never questioned it, never bothered to try and figure out why. You just ignored it and hoped it would figure itself out eventually.

Joining the military as a field surgeon helped. You didn’t have time for existential crises and you certainly didn’t have time for dating. It was a perfect excuse to continue to ignore the dread that settled in your chest every time you thought about spending the rest of your life with an alpha. In all honesty you had assumed that you’d end up blown to bits on the field before your inability to be attracted to alphas would actually affect anything.

You almost were.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You were rushing for cover when an enemy came out of nowhere. You stared down the barrel of his pistol and watched him squeeze the trigger. You could have ducked, you could have weaved. Instead you went through every stage of grief within two seconds and found yourself sinking into acceptance. Your eyes shut, your shoulders relaxed. Then you’re slammed into the ground.

Your eyes fly open as you gasp, the wind knocked out of you. Your eyes meet the person’s who had saved your life and it was like everything made sense. His blue eyes bore into yours, his body heavy and warm as he presses you into the ground. An omega. You’ve found yourself instantly attracted to an omega, something you never thought to be possible.

Before you can even open your mouth to say anything this strange omega is hauling you up to your feet and dragging you behind cover. “Are you okay?” He asks, not even bothering to look at you as he guides you through the war zone.