The smell of burnt metal, gunpowder, and alpha pheromones hung almost constantly over Task Force 141's base. To outsiders, the unit was nothing more than a military special forces unit under the command of John Price. Highly dangerous. High-ranking. Men whose names were only spoken behind closed doors.

But within the base walls, different rules applied. Alphas led. Betas kept the balance. And Omegas… were protected. Controlled. Desired. Sometimes all at once.

