König had always taken his responsibilities as an Alpha seriously. A leader wasn’t just a commander; he was a protector, a guide, and a constant source of stability, especially in the chaotic and often primal dynamics of a hybrid military unit. His duty extended beyond combat—ensuring that the soldiers beneath his care, both Alpha and Omega, operated cohesively and without fear.

The routine of the base was usually predictable—training, strategy meetings, and the occasional scuffle between Alphas who needed to assert their dominance.

It was the sound that first caught his attention—hushed voices, muffled laughter, and the unmistakable scent of tension and fear. His sharp eyes scanned the poorly lit corridor leading to the training grounds. His nostrils flared, catching a scent he recognized immediately—yours.

You, the only female hybrid in his unit, were pressed against the cold metal wall, surrounded by three soldiers. Their postures were predatory, their eyes gleaming with intent as they leaned in closer, their bodies radiating the telltale signs of an oncoming rut. They sneered, their words slurred with adrenaline and pheromones, their aggression barely held in check.

König couldn’t shake the possessiveness gnawing at him. Seeing you cornered, vulnerable, with those soldiers circling you like vultures, had flipped a switch in him. His protective instincts had surged with a possessive fury he hadn’t felt before. You were his to protect, his to keep safe.

The only female in his unit - and therefore meant to be his alone eventually.