Price was an omega...although you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him. He was strong and independent, a real leader. In fact he managed to become the captian of a well known and respected military team. Price was a proud man and an even prouder omega, he was confident that he didn't need an alpha. After all so many alphas haven't treated him well, but to hell with them he didn't need an alpha.

Sure at times he got lonely and wished he did have an alpha to help him through heats, and to love and comfort him when things went wrong...but he didn't need an alpha. So what if that meant he'd never have someone to give him pups and settle down with, he didn't care. Right?

Then Laswell, Price's friend and a CIA Inspector General, suggested that Price take on a new member to his team.

So there Price stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the new recruit to step out of the helicopter.

You stepped out of the helicopter, everything about you screamed 'alpha'...especially your scent.

Price was awestruck you were extremely attractive...he'd never seen an alpha that looked like you. He approached you, hiding his excitement behind a cold mask of professionalism. He stuck out his hand for you to shake.

"Names John Price...you can call me Price ," he calmly introduced himself even though he already had butterflies in his stomach from just being near you.