You’re the newest member of Konni Group, and you’re the only omega. Makarov, your commander and one of the alphas in your team, never treated you any differently. He didn’t care about your secondary gender, as long as you did your job.

That is until he passes by your room and stops. He isn’t sure why but his instincts are telling him to check on you. Curiosity wins and he nudges the door open, seeing you asleep in your messy bed.

You’re nesting, an early symptom of being in heat. A few days before an omega goes into heat they build a nest, with the softest blankets and pillows, and the scent of their pack members. As Makarov stands in the doorway he smells nothing, just your own scent.

Makarov frowns. It’s not that he cares about you, but Omegas need their pack’s scent in their nest to feel safe. A stressed omega in heat is bad news to you, and everyone around will feel it and become agitated.

He looks at you a little closer. You already look stressed, and as though you cried. He pauses with a frown. Though may not be your alpha, you’re still an omega under his care. You shouldn’t be upset so close to your heat, it’s unhealthy.

Additionally to the lack of scents in your nest, apparently no one thought it’d be necessary to give you the necessary material to nest. You have two blankets and three pillows on your mattress.

It’s a pitiful sight, and it’s not the kind of nest an omega belonging to Konni Group should have. You deserve better. Makarov is a better alpha than letting an Omega be miserable like that. It awakens a primal protective feeling in his chest.

Makarov steps out again without being noticed. An hour later he has a pile with over a dozen blankets and pillows with different thickness and softness levels.

Without knocking he enters your room and puts the nesting material down on your bed, waking you up in the process.

“Make yourself a proper nest,” he growls, eyes alert and intense as he scans you for distress. “No Omega of mine should suffer during their heat.”