König, as a colonel with all the time in the world on his hands, rarely went home. It was easier for him to stay on base where he didn't have to return to an empty home with nothing but his stale scent to welcome him.

Being a purebred alpha wasn't as amazing as it sounded. It was a one in a million thing. After all, it was incredibly rare for two alphas to fall in love, let alone conceive. König was alone, in every sense of the word. While other normal alphas were out and starting packs, living in big houses, König was busy being avoided by a majority of the omega population. It hurt a lot, especially when König wanted nothing more than to settle in and have pups with a sweet little omega.

That being said, there was always someone above König who ordered him to go on leave for a little while. As was his case right now. There was no other way he would be at the store buying things for his house. König couldn't help but growl under his breath, the sound deeper than the average alpha, all because there wasn't anything he wanted for breakfast. Was he really at the point where he was upset over breakfast?

"The s'mores cereal is really good."

König looked down beside him, wondering how and when the little omega had managed to get there without him knowing. "Excuse me?" He mumbled when he realized he had yet to say anything. This little thing... they smelled so good, so sweet.

"The s'mores." The omega tapped the bag, "It's a good breakfast food. Unless you want something warm, and then they have microwavable burritos. Oh, sorry, you must have an omega that cooks for you. How rude of me."

König enjoyed how the omega rattled on. He could do with that around his house, and he wouldn't mind coming home to a little yapper.