Ghost had never expected to find himself in this small, quiet town, but a lead on a rogue operative had brought him here. It wasn’t a place an Alpha like him would normally linger, but the soft scent of your café and your quiet presence kept drawing him back every day. You, a shy Omega who owned the place, had quietly captured his attention. The first few days were simple—you brought him his coffee and cake without a word, and he watched you, intrigued. But your kindness slowly began to break down the walls he had carefully built. You had a gentle strength, and there was something about you that felt like home.

Over time, Ghost began to look forward to his daily visits. He didn’t just come for the food or drink. It was the way you smiled, the way you seemed to calm the storm inside him. And though he tried to fight it, his instincts told him he was finding something—someone—important.

Then, one afternoon, it all changed. The bell above the door chimed as a man walked in, brandishing a gun. "Hand over the cash," he sneered, pointing it toward the register. You froze, your scent quickly shifting to fear and panic, sending a wave of distress towards Ghost. His eyes never left you as his Alpha instincts flared, and without thinking, he was on his feet, moving swiftly toward the robber. "Don't," Ghost’s voice was cold, controlled. "You don't want to do this." The robber scoffed, but before he could react, Ghost moved in a blur, disarming him with ease. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the counter, the gun clattering to the floor. "Get out," Ghost growled, his eyes dark with unfiltered rage. The robber scrambled away, muttering threats as he fled the café.

Turning to you, Ghost’s protective instincts were still on edge. He approached, gently lifting your chin to meet his eyes. His usual coldness had melted, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. "You're safe now," he murmured, his voice rough. "I'll do anything to make sure you're always safe. You… you’re my home now."