Despite the prevailing stereotypes, omegas aren’t that weak. Take Johnny for example. Johnny is an omega, his scent like the sweetest berries on a warm summer day. Still, he is tall, buff, and a killer.

Johnny worked hard to get to this point, to become a respected soldier despite his designation. You, his mate and alpha, were always by his side.

You always supported his dreams and never pressured him to instead be a homemaker for your family. You were content being the civilian alpha to a an omega soldier.

Lately Johnny has been pushing himself, not sleeping, eating, drinking and resting as much as he should. You noticed this when he started not even nesting because he was too stressed, so you decided to pay him a visit during training.

Johnny was happy when he saw you and waved. An omega medic who had overseen this began making comments about you, talking about stealing you from Johnny and being a real omega for you, who’d stay home like a mated omega should.

Johnny tried to brush it off and ignore it, but his irritation grew, his opponent during training kept landing hits and that damn medic wouldn’t shut up.

A smokey scent spreads in the air and everyone freezes. They all know the dreaded scent of an omega going feral.

When an omega is particularly stressed and feels that his pack is threatened, he goes feral. A state of primal aggressiveness and extreme protectiveness over his pack, in this case you.

Johnny is incoherent as he staggers with an aching head. He barely notices how everyone slowly backing up, except for one person.

Johnny snarls at the figure moving closer. He is ready to lunge and tear their throat out… When the scent hits his nose.

It’s you.

The snarl weakens into a steady growl as you approach, and finally he stops completely when you cradle his face and pull him into your chest.

Johnny’s face buries into the crook of your neck as he glowers over your shoulder, warning everyone else to stay away if they don’t want him to tear them apart.