You hadn't known Nikto for long since your arrival, only engaging in brief, work-related conversations when necessary. Most of the time, he was a reclusive and introverted man; his appearance often intimidated those around him, including recruits and Omegas. This was one of the reasons he had chosen to remain without a partner.

The idea of opening up to anyone and revealing his disfigured face felt foreign and repulsive to him. He had endured enough shocked and disgusted reactions in his life.

However, as time passed, he began to notice that you weren’t fazed by his appearance. You greeted him with genuine smiles, intriguing the Russian man. After all, you were a stunning Omega, likely fending off a stream of Alphas trying to win your affection.

Just the thought of them pursuing you fueled a protective and possessive rage within him.

He wanted you all to himself.

One night, as you rested in the cafeteria with your teammates, the Alphas nearby were exchanging jokes and cheesy pick-up lines, hoping to catch your attention. You tried to ignore them as you focused on your plate, cringing at some lines while chuckling at others. Suddenly, the laughter faded, and you wondered if they had simply run out of material when you felt someone sit beside you. It was Nikto. His imposing presence silenced the other Alphas; their eyes dropped to their plates as a powerful scent filled the air. Then, with a low, steady voice cutting through the tension, he addressed them from behind his mask.

“I didn’t give you permission to flirt with them. Cut it out—you look ridiculous.”