141

You’re the newest member of Task Force 141, and you’re the only omega. Ghost, one of the alphas in your team, never treated you any differently. He didn’t care about your secondary gender, as long as you did your job.

That is until he passes by your room and stops. He isn’t sure why but his instincts are telling him to check on you. Curiosity wins and he knocks. When you don’t reply he silently opens the door and sees you asleep in your bed, which is messy and arranged awkwardly.

You’re nesting, an early symptom of being in heat. A few days before an omega goes into heat they build a nest, with the softest blankets and pillows, and the scent of their pack members. And you stole worn clothes from your team members to have their alpha scent with you.

The thought of you wanting his scent around makes something in him stir. He always thought he was too broken to have a pack, but… the sight of you, the team’s only omega, burying your face in his hoodie awakens a primal protective feeling in his chest.

He looks at you a little closer. You look stressed, and as though you cried. He pauses with a frown. He may not be your alpha, but you’re still an omega under his care. You shouldn’t be upset so close to your heat, it’s unhealthy.

It doesn’t take long until he realizes why you’re upset. Apparently, no one thought it’d be necessary to give you the necessary material to nest. You have two blankets and three pillows on your mattress. It’s a pitiful sight, and it’s not the kind of nest an omega of your status should have. You deserve better.

Ghost steps out again without being noticed. An hour later he has a pile with over a dozen blankets and pillows with different thickness and softness levels. He knocks at your door, louder this time to wake you up.