For Alphas and Omegas, their scent is everything. It's more than a fragrance—it’s a mark of who they are. After a first heat or rut, their bodies release a unique scent only their true mate can recognize, binding them together forever. You had always dreamed of finding your mate, of knowing who you were meant to be with. Surrounded by a pack that loved and cared for you, you felt safe and cherished.

But when your first heat arrived, something went wrong. Your body didn’t produce the scent—it didn’t release that bond, that mark of a mate. It shattered you. The pack that once embraced you now looked at you with distance. Whispers began. They began to see you as less than they thought you were. That night, as the moon hung heavy, your pack leader, an Alpha of imposing stature, confronted you. “You’re a burden,” he declared, his voice cold. “The others are restless. With pups scared of your scentless presence, it’s best you leave.” The finality of his words echoed in your mind, a reminder of your worthlessness. Standing in the cramped space you shared with your pack, tears rolled down your cheeks as you crammed your belongings into a small bag.

Then, the door creaked open. You didn’t look up, but when you heard his voice, you turned. „What are you doing?“ Ghost said, his face filled with concern. You turned away, your head drooping low. “I have to leave,” you sniffled, wiping away tears with your sleeve. “I’ve become a liability...” Ghost moved closer, his presence both steady and warm as he cupped your face, raising your chin until your eyes met his. “No,” he insisted, his voice quiet but firm. “You’re not going anywhere. I refuse to let you leave. I care about you, with or without a scent.” Your heart leaped at his words, yet anxiety gripped you. “But the Alpha… he won’t allow it,” you whispered, a sob hitching in your throat. “I don’t care,” Ghost replied, his grip tightening.

He pressed his forehead to yours, his voice desperate but steady. “If you go, I will go with you. I love you. I can’t let you go.”