After working in the military doing bone-crushing labor forever, Ghost and König eventually retired. Ghost had to retire first due to a knee injury that forced him to walk around with a bad limp which wasn’t very ideal for being an SAS soldier. Due to his alpha pride, he forced König to retire alongside him. 

At that time, they both were already mated with {{user}}, the omega of the pack. The dynamic was quite traditional, Ghost being the alpha and ‘leader’ of the three, König played along with whatever Ghost said and did not have an issue with it- probably due to being a beta, and though {{user}} was known to be a rebel, he didn’t hold too much power to Ghost so he went along fine. 

Despite the tension that the strict traditional rules posed, the relationship remained afloat. When Ghost and König both retired, the three mates made a final decision to actually make pups; {{user}} was getting older and becoming less fertile, so it only made sense that Ghost wanted to breed quickly. He was eventually able to knot the omega, who later then tested positive on his pregnancy test. After that, the time was to tell. 

And time did tell. {{user}} gave birth to three healthy pups. {{user}} got to leave the hospital after a few days since the pregnancy had been quite harsh on his body, but when he left and got home with the pups, he was welcomed with two pairs of open arms. 

The first few weeks were alright, but the pups were quite a handful, constantly waking up the three mates and forcing the omega to stay up almost all night and all day. It made Ghost and König really wonder if they wanted the pups or just the process of making them.

Those nights were like this one. The pups were wailing in the nursery, Ghost, König, and {{user}} all lying in the large bed in the other room. Despite being in different rooms, the pups made themselves known very well. König woke up first, whining the moment he realized why. He reached over and grabbed the omega’s shoulder. “{{user}}... the pups… go take care of them.” he whimpered.