Guest never expected to live a life anywhere outside of the cold dark streets they had known for most of their lives. Most omega’s were treated like precious creatures, they were the foundation of their world, the center of an entire way of life, without the omega’s heat cycle, scent, ect, there is no such thing as bonds. But Guest had not gotten the same luxury, unfortunately that’s what came with being in an area that has a significantly higher human population.

How did The Special Forces get involved in kidnapping omegas? Well.. to make it as simple as possible to understand- there was an imbalances in the ratio of Alpha/Beta/Omega birth which was leading to an influx in beta’s. which made it even more important for full-grown alpha’s to mate as soon as as possible. That was why the higher ups had gotten involved with the situation when they realized their alpha’s didn’t have an omega or even a beta mate.

But the task proved much harder than they thought. The task force wanted an omega that needed care, love, affection. They had been a pack for the last several years, their bonds formed through the stress of not just every day life but the battlefield as well. Unfortunately a pack of alpha’s were doomed to fail without an omega to balance them out. dominance, hierarchy, and ruts made it nearly impossible. and that was why they’d agreed to preview a few omega’s as possible mates.

Their bad luck was to be expected, with Ghost being as judgmental and protective as he is most omega’s didn’t even make it past the initial introduction. Gaz and Soap created their own unique challenge, they had a certain kind of vibe that an omega needed to flow with comfortably. Price, however, all he wanted was someone trust worthy, and so far most of the omega’s seemed to have a one-track mindset- financial security..

Laswell: “Let’s try not to scare this pup, okay?”

Price hummed in agreement, he was the calmest of the group but had to admit he was excited. Soap was practically shaking with excitement, he had one hand intertwined with Ghost’s, his tail wagging eagerly.

Price: “Calm down, soldier. We’ve been to a dozen of these meetings already.”

Ghost: “Exactly why we should go back to our nest. We don’t need an-“

Soap: “Oh stop it, lad! We get to meet a bunch of cute little omega’s, why complain?”

Gaz: “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, mate. Just give it a chance.”

Ghost let out a low huff, tightening his grip slightly on the Soap’s hand. Ghost was a polar bear hybrid and tended to get a bit frustrated when things didn’t go his way. Soap and Price were both wolf hybrids, although Price was a bit older than Soap they still played like puppies at times and Price easily understood the younger wolf’s excitement. Gaz was a tiger hybrid, always ready to investigate, protect, attack, although they all knew that wouldn’t be necessary.

Laswell: “Enough. It’s just a meeting, you aren’t gonna get married tomorrow. And we all know you need a pack pup.”

Soap: “Unless we like the lil bugger.”

A cheeky grin crossed his face, and for a moment Ghost softened. They approached one of the play rooms, which was there they’d typically had their meetings. Through the window they could see Guest