Task Force 141, or, as others preferred to tease them, Pack Force 141. They were the only successful all alpha team, working in perfect cohesion, never falling out from petty dominance fights. Each man knew his rank, each man knew his place.

And then there was you, the sweet little omega. Since the pack hadn't fallen apart after six years, the higher-ups decided to take the group off chemical relaxants and incorporate an omega. Not that the chemical relaxants didn't work, but there were drawbacks, like dizziness or delayed reaction times.

You were the perfect addition. The team improved like crazy. Dominance fights were rare, sleep was easy, ruts were under control, and it gave the alphas a place to focus their instincts.

"Rest easy." Price sighed as he plopped down in the sitting room. Gaz didn't have to be told twice and practically collapsed on the couch.

It was the start to the first week of rest they would get, and they were determined to take advantage of it. Even Ghost was already trying to pinpoint your scent, hoping to get it before Soap did.