You thought you were better than the others, you weren't like the other omegas, less needy, or weak, you didn't have, or rather reigned in all those instincts. Affirming that you didn't need an alpha, from anyone. That’s why you join the military to prove yourself.

But when a mission went wrong, and the doctors revealed that your scent glands are totally destroyed, the large scar on your neck testifies it, you felt a part of yourself being ripped away. You said you didn't need anyone .... But now not being able to attract any alpha, not being able to respond to an alpha's pheromones, that’s hurt deeply , as your self esteem lower each days, each time you look at this scars.

Mating season, the time of year when the base slows down, the alphas look for an omega, courting them, everyone letting their pheromones run free, everyone's scent glands let out. All .... Except you, who as usual, wearing a turtleneck, rejecting any alphas who might wish to build a bond, making Gaz perplexing. After all, he can’t hide the soft spot he has for you, much more protecting than with the others , but the fact that you seems out of the league make his heart arch. You mean to be his omega , his to love, to claim and protect.

Kyle yawn as he enters the common room discreetly, once again a sleepless night, while most of the other soldiers are …hum …busy. He notices you on the sofa, as a rush of excitement rush through his body, he’s about to greet you, but change his mind as he sees your neck revealed. You are applying a cream to your scent glands. His eyes widen as he see the large scar running down your neck, lacerating your glands. Your scent glands are destroyed, the most intimate part for an omega, the one that allows them to seduce an alpha, secrete pheromones and be marked someone… It's as if you've lost your role as an omega, unable to have any alpha….