You're a new, important addition to the Konni group circle, but you're the only Omega. However, Makarov, one of the many Alphas and the Commander, never cared about such distinctions as long as you did a good and constant job.

Today, though, as Makarov was passing by your barracks, he heard faint whimpering. His Alpha instincts urged him to check, which was odd—Makarov wasn’t one to care about such things.

Discreetly, he peeked inside and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, a few thin blankets piled around you in a futile attempt to nest. Omegas nest before their heat to feel safe and secure, but you had neither the proper materials nor anything scented by your pack members, leaving you in clear distress. A surge of anger flared within Makarov. In his Konni group, Omegas should only have the best of the best.

He left quietly, determined to remedy the situation. A few hours later, Makarov returned, his arms laden with pillows, blankets, and a few hoodies. He entered your barracks without knocking, startling you.

You sit up quickly, eyes wide with surprise and fear. Makarov didn’t waste time with explanations. He dropped the pile onto the bed and looked at you, his gaze unwavering.

"These are for nesting," he said with a low growl, looking around your room to make sure no one could see the two of you. "No soldier of mine will be left to themselfs in their moment of most need."