#alpha gaz

The team never said anything about your lack of scent, chalking it up to either not presenting yet or being a beta without a scent, a rare occurrence but not impossible. The truth is far from that though, you’re an omega. One that presented early so your parents put you on the most potent suppressants they could find, not wanting you to be led away by some alpha. The suppressants are the only thing saving you, the only thing keeping your team from finding out your secret. You wouldn’t even be on the task force if anyone knew your status, the army tries to keep alpha and omegas separate. 

Surprisingly you’ve never experienced any of the alphas go into rut, Price does a good job on keeping them in their rooms when their ruts do come, he doesn’t want to scare you away. Especially being the only female in the group, if he knew your status he’d probably lock everyone in a cell during their rut. You don’t mind either, liking to use the off time to make your quarters feel more homey. 

Currently you’re lounging with Gaz and Soap, Ghost is off doing his own thing god knows where, Price is in his office. The air in the base is hot and sticky, the a/c does almost nothing to help. Summer has arrived, usually you wouldn’t mind but this is your first time experiencing on base. Soap teases you for being sensitive to the heat and you have to stop yourself from blaming your omega for your heat intolerance. 

“”M not sensitive, it’s like a million degrees out here and the a/c isn’t doing anything!” You pout, crossing your arms as you melt into the couch. He laughs heartily,

“Ye gotta get a f’n, lovely.” The pet names are normal from Soap, you’ve gotten used to them and quite enjoy when he calls you them now. 

“I’ve tried. Every fuckin’ store is sold out cause everyone has the same idea, and don’t even suggest the base shop.” He holds up his hands in self defense,

“Wasn’t gonna. If it’s that bad I’ll lend ye mine fer a few days.” Soap offers, smiling as you sit up straight.

“You’d do that?” He nods, you burst into a fit of excited giggles. “Thank you, Soap! I can get it later, right?”

“Swing by mine whenever, sweetheart.” He winks. You can feel yourself getting flustered so you look at your lap. However he doesn’t get to tease you about it, Price pushes into the common room. But you don’t see him first, you smell him. His signature scent of cigar smoke, pine and spice is more aggressive, flooding your nose. Leaning back against the couch, inhaling shakily. 

Neither Gaz or Soap mention it, both men talking to our captain as if everything is normal. But you can tell something is off, you speak before even registering that your mouth is open. “Cap’n, think you’re going into rut.” 

His gaze snaps to you, his icy blue eyes are glimmering with something you can’t place. He almost looks burlier as if that’s possible, something about him is drawing you in. “I don’ go into rut, I take meds.” 

You swallow hard, knowing it’s too late to back down now. Staring into his eyes, “Nah, I can smell you. It’s aggressive.” 

He cocks his head at you, meanwhile Gaz and Soap stare in shock. Price pulls out a pocket journal, hastily flipping through the pages. He growls lowly, slamming the book shut as quickly as he opens it. His gaze flickers to the other two alphas, then back to you. He comes around the couch to stand in front of you, crouching down slightly. His eyes study you with almost predatory intent, his hands on either side of your head.

“Ye never mentioned smelling me before, lass.” 

“Never was an issue… I mean.. It’s not an issue, it’s just overly noticeable.” You glance past him at Gaz and Soap, “You guys don’t smell it?” 

Both men shake their heads, confusion written across their faces. You swallow thickly, realizing you may have given away something you shouldn’t have. Price inhales deeply, as if trying to figure out what you are. His eyes narrow, 

“Think your nose is defective, ‘m fine.” He grunts as he straightens up. But then his nose twitches, smelling something he’s never smelled before. His eyes train back on you, the only difference is Gaz and Soap also smell it, the alphas sit up on their couch. Price’s eyes glint with something dark, his lips curl into a smile that show his canines. “Unless.. you’re hiding something from us, lass. Because you smell devine.”

“N-No. Not hiding anything.” You sputter out quickly, perhaps a bit too fast. Soap and Gaz exchange a knowing look.

“And ‘m going into rut.” Price’s voice is laces with sarcasm but you don’t catch it. Responding too quickly once again,

“But you are!” You bite back defensively, realizing your mistake as his smile turns into a predatory smirk. He knows you’re right, he could tell that his slip up with not taking his meds took a toll on him before getting into the common room. But things just got interesting. He crouches down again, purposefully getting close to your neck to inhale. 

“Oh I know, doll.” The pet name gives a very different reaction than when Soap calls you them, it makes your thighs clench together subtly. So subtly that if Price wasn’t a soldier he would’ve missed it. “Seems like ‘m not the only one on meds, always thought ye were a sweet little beta but your scent.. It’s telling me something different right now, lass.” 

You can’t speak even if you wanted to, his scent invades your nose, your space. All you can think about is the growing throbbing between your legs and how the alpha would look above you. He rests his hands next to your legs on either side, not pushing too far into your space, managing to control himself just a bit since his rut hasn’t fully clouded his mind. 

But with your scent in his nose, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he sinks his teeth into that beautiful, plush neck of yours. 

“When were ye gonna tell us that you’re an omega?” His question feels like a brick has been taken out of the walls that you put up. It hangs heavy in the air, Gaz and Soap are now watching with fascination, keeping distance as if being able to tell that their captain has silently stated his claim over you.

“Dunno.” You mutter weakly, afraid that if he tells anyone outside of the team you’ll be kicked off. You wish you could say more, explain it all to him but this is the first time an alpha has been to you in this way in years. The first time you’ve been around an alpha going into rut. And deep down your stomach twists at the thought that your suppressants have failed all because Price is going into rut. Your meek answer speaks volumes to Price, his jaw clenches hard. 

“You made this a lot more difficult for the team, dollface. But I can’ even worry about that right now, you just smell so damn good.” 

Suddenly Price is pulled away from you, he growls lowly until he’s met with Ghost’s masked face. His lieutenant keeps him away from you with one arm, Ghost’s voice is cold and calculated, 

“Enough Price. Gotta get ye to yer room, yer going into rut and yer not gonna scare our omega.” Our. The word makes your heart swell, Ghost isn’t mad about you hiding your status.

“Let go of me! I c’n handle myself.” Price huff out, making eye contact with you. “Mine first.” His claim makes your head dizzy, something so simple is so much more now. Gaz and Soap stand up to help Ghost, grabbing Price on either side.

“C’mon Cap’n, yer room now.” Soap grunts. His eyes drift over you as if he’s drinking in his prey, he inhales your scent and shivers, tightening his grip on Price. Gaz does the same but with softer eyes, less predatory, more like he’s studying me in a new light. Ghost directs the two men to lock Price in his quarters until his rut is over. Once the common room door is closed Ghost kneels in front of you, his hazel eyes are hard to read but his posture is surprisingly calm. 

“Think it’s a good idea to put you up in your room for a little bit too, dove.” His voice is soft now, a rare occurrence with him. You swallow hard, nodding. Your skin crawling with an unplaceable feeling.

“F’r how long? I dont… I don’t want to get pulled from the team.” You admit in a shaky voice. He reaches a gloved hand up to your face, gently stroking your cheek.

“We won’ let that happen, dove. And just a few days or until Price gets his head on straight. Don’ need him goin’ feral on ye and trying to force you into mating.” Your eyes widen at his bluntness, gnawing on your lip gently until he pulls it out from your teeth. 

“He wouldn’t force me-” You don’t get to finish your thought as Ghost interjects,

“He would, alphas are good at it when they’re not thinking straight.”

“No Si, I mean he wouldn’t be forcing me cause I’d… I’d want him too.” You confess shyly. His hand stills on your cheek from the combination of your words and the use of his nickname, something protective flickers in his eyes.

“Aye.. Well ‘m still not letting you near him when he’s reckless like this.” Ghost says in a reassuring voice. He stands and holds out his hand for you,

“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you guys I’m an omega, right?” You ask as you stand up using his help. He shakes his head, judging from the way his crows feet crinkle up you’d say he’s smiling under the mask.

“Never mad at you, little one. Sure ye had yer reasons.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder, his scent enveloping you. Leading you back towards your room, you relax at his words. Your own scent grows stronger without you even realizing, Ghost notices but doesn’t mention it. He guides you into your quarters fully, sitting you on your bed.

“Now… I wan’ cha to text me whenever you need anything. ‘M pretty sure your suppressants are failing because of Price ‘n I don’ wanna take any chances with the dicks on other teams.” You nod, wringing your fingers together. “‘N tell me if ye start feeling off in any way, wouldn’t be surprised if ye go into heat cause of this.” 

His words make you freeze, you shake your head quickly. You’ve only gone into heat once, when you were 11 and first presented. You don’t remember much about it since it was so long ago, you were too young to even know what was going on.

“I-.. I’ve never had one in my adult life..” You spew out before you can stop yourself. Ghost sighs but it’s not directed at you, he gently strokes your hair. Giving you an understanding look. 

“If it happens, we’ll help ya, doll. Promise. We’ll take care of you, little omega.” Your heart races in your chest, your skin heating slightly. You nod softly, leaning into his hand.

“Thank you, Si.” You whisper out, leaning in and nuzzling your face into his chest for a minute. “I trust you guys.”

He holds you against him, his chest rumbles against your face. His posture straightens with pride, his alpha scent much more calming than Price’s was. You stay like that for who knows how long, he lets you take comfort in his presence. Stroking your hair gently and with such tender care that your heart skips a beat. He smiles down at you under his mask, making a silent vow to keep you protected from all alphas even if it means locking Price in his room.

“I’ll be back in the evening to take ya to dinner, just text me when yer hungry or if ye need anythin’.” He almost whispers. You nod against his chest, reluctantly pulling away from him. Ghost straightens up, leaving your room before you can respond verbally but it doesn’t bother you. 

Once your door is closed you rush to your closet, something inside of you screaming to smell Price again. So you pull out the dirty compression shirt he wears to train that you stole from his laundry weeks ago, being on suppressants only helps so much, it doesn’t take away all of your omega instincts. Price’s smell has always been comforting which is why you stole it to begin with, wanting to keep a bit of your pack around you even in your room.You also grab the hoodie you stole from Ghost, Soap’s jacket and Gaz’s pajama pants. You crawl back into bed, curling around the shirt with the pit of it pressed against your nose. It feels so wrong but smells so right. The other clothes tightly wrapped around you

You whimper as you inhale his scent, it’s not as dizzying as when he was invading your space earlier but it will do the job for now. Your stomach growls loudly the more you inhale his scent, making your brows furrow. You just ate a few hours ago but now you feel ravenous. Your hand blindly searches for your phone on your bedside table until you find it, texting Ghost that you’re hungry now. He responds instantly, telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes. You bury your face fully in the pit of Price’s shirt, clinging to the lingering scent of his sweat. Your body feels hot but you push it to the back of your mind. 

A few minutes later a knock comes from your door, forcing you to pull away from your frankly perverted behaviors. You shove the stolen clothes under your covers, making sure they are hidden before straightening yourself out. You open the door to see Ghost and Gaz, smiling softly at both men. If they notice a faint hint of themselves on you they don’t mention it. Nor do they mention that your newly discovered scent is sweeter than before. Gaz offers his arm to you, which you gratefully accept. 

“What cha hungry for, lovely?” He beams at you. 

“Dunno yet. Just got really hungry out of nowhere.” Ghost exchanges a look with the younger alpha over your head. He pats your shoulder,

“Don’ worry, mess will have somethin’ f’r ye.” He holds the door for you and Gaz before protectively flanking you. Making it clear to any other alpha in the mess not to come near. Heads turn as soldiers smell an omega among them. You keep your eyes down, Gaz guides you around.

Soon you have a tray of all sorts of food, Ghost had given the kitchen a little convincing to get them to give you things that weren’t set out for everyone else. He can already tell that you’re going into heat but he doesn’t want to embarrass you by mentioning it here. You sit at a table in the back of the hall with Ghost on one side of you, Gaz on the other. Neither man mentions how you eat like you haven’t been fed before, exchanging another look over your head. Gaz is catching on as well. 

One brave but stupid alpha decides to try his hand at approaching you, sauntering up to the table with a smirk. He falters slightly at the glares from Ghost and Gaz but pushes forward, leaning over the table across from you. Your nose crinkles at his scent, it’s not like any of your teammates. No, his is sour with an unmistakable ego. 

“Never knew that these bastards got lucky with an omega. A cute one at that.” He purrs at you, making you cringe more. “Bet I could treat ya better than any of those old cunts. You need an alpha your age, sweetheart.” 

“No thanks, not looking.” You respond curtly. But this soldier doesn’t take no for an answer.

“All omegas are, pretty girl. And you smell… like heaven. Sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled.” He reaches out to touch your cheek but doesn’t get the chance. A sickening crack echoes through the mess hall as Ghost snaps the alpha’s arm against the table,

“She said no.” He says coldly.

The alpha screams in pain, “Fuck you, Riley. You’re gonna pay for that.” 

Despite his words the soldier runs out of the mess hall, letting you go back to your meal. Gaz and Ghost glare at the soldiers staring, making them quickly focus back on their own food. Both men wrap an arm around you, sandwiching you against them protectively. You happily snuggle between the alphas as you clear your plate. After a few minutes you're done with everything including the tea that Ghost insisted on making you. Gaz returns your tray while Ghost rubs your back,

“Ya ready to go back to yer room, lass?” Gaz asks softly. Offering his arm again, you nod and take it. But this time you also take Ghost’s arm, liking the feeling of both alphas against you. 

“Thank you.. Both of you. Guess I had no idea this is what it’s like for an omega that alphas can actually smell.” 

“Anytime, dove.” Ghost mutters.

“Unfortunately most alphas on the base aren’t mated, they’ll take a chance with any omega they smell. But ye got Ghost and I.. plus Soap and Price whenever Soap isn’t babysitting Price to keep him from acting like that soldier.” Gaz chuckles reassuringly, ruffling your hair affectionately. 

This time when you’re walking to your quarters Soap is in the hallway outside of Price’s room, if he was there before you didn’t notice him and feel a bit bad. He gives you his signature smile, his blue eyes sparkle with familiar kindness. You return his smile, not questioning why he’s outside of Price’s room for now. As you pass your scent hits his nose, he straightens up noticeably. Ghost shoots him a warning look though it’s not that heated. He walks a bit closer to you, continuing to guide you down the hall. 

Gaz gets your room door for you and Ghost, following both of you inside. You sit on top of the hidden clothes under your covers, laying back and letting out a content sigh. The food settles in your stomach, your eyes start to feel heavy. But you fight sleep for now,

“Why’s Soap guarding Price?” You ask softly. Ghost and Gaz exchange a quick glance, Gaz speaks up.

“‘Cause Price is in rut now and he knows that yer an omega, not taking any chances even if he is our cap’n.” He says truthfully. “It’s just a precaution until his rut is done, okay lovely?” 

“M’kay… C’n you guys wake me up for dinner?” You yawn, stretching out on your bed as you kick off your boots. Gaz smiles while padding over to your bed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. 

“Of course, sleep well little one.” He whispers. Ghost chuckles at your sleepily state, ruffling your hair softly.

“We’ll be back to get cha in a few hours. Get some rest, omega.” Ghost says in the same soft voice from earlier. You smile up at both men before they head out of your room, turning off the light on their way out. You crawl under the covers, seeking the stolen clothing items you’ve been laying on. Not caring that you’re still in your uniform, curling around them and burying your face in your team's mixed scents. 

Sleep overcomes you fast, so fast that you don’t have time to register your skin getting clammy. Your grip tightens on the clothes in your sleep, your face barely peeking out from them. You sleep peacefully while entangled in your pack’s scents. Unconsciously dreaming of them, though this is different than any dream you’ve ever had about them. Sure they are hot, sure you’ve always had slightly naughty thoughts about the older men but your subconscious mind opens your crush further now. 

You dream of Price above you, Ghost, Soap and Gaz surround you on the bed. Hands roam your body, pulling pathetic noises from your mouth. All the while Price drills his hips against yours, deep thrusts that make you tremble with every one. You mewl in your sleep, unconsciously moving his shirt between your legs and grind against it. The dream gets more intense, you can practically feel their hands on you. Your small noises come more often and louder, your hands cling to the clothes in your grasp. 

Now Ghost is above you, he’s rougher than Price. You’ve seen him without his mask and in your dream he’s maskless. His scarred face pressing against your neck as he molds your warm cunt around his massive cock, cooing praises in your ear. Soap is suckling on your nipple all the while Gaz explores your curves, committing them to memory. The dream does nothing to help your heat, and unbeknownst to you it will be cut short by dinner.

A few hours later at 1900 Ghost softly knocks on your door, but no answer. He gives Gaz a slightly worried glance and opens the door, your scent hits him like a truck even through the mask.

“Jesus.” He grits out.

“Fuckin’ hell. She’s in heat.” Gaz mutters. His eyes land on you in the dim room, daylight is their only source of light. He notices you curled around clothes first, he recognizes his pajama pants. Nudging Ghost, “It’s almost like she’s nesting.” 

“She is.” Ghost swallows hard. A whimper from your lips that sounds like Soap’s name makes both men freeze for a moment. Then they notice your hips moving under the blanket, “Fuck… Gotta wake her without embarrassing the poor thing.” 

He pads over to you with uncharacteristically soft footsteps, putting his hand on your shoulder. Gaz joins him, watching you with something that looks like love. He strokes the hair out of your face, cringing at the sticky skin.

“She’s burnin’ up.” 

“Hey, pretty girl. Time to wake up.” Ghost says softly but firmly, shaking your shoulder. You wake up with a start, sitting up clinging to Gaz’s, Soap’s and Ghost’s clothes. Face flushing with embarrassment, your dream lingering in your mind. 

“Good mornin’, sleepy head. How’d you sleep?” Gaz asks. Not mentioning the stolen clothes or your intoxicating scent that’s making it hard for him to think straight. 

“Okie. Is it time for dinner?” You notice the clothes in your arms and shove them under your sheets sheepishly. Freezing when you feel slick between your legs, your pants are soaked, Price’s shirt which was clamped between your thighs is also wet. 

“It is, lovely. Ya hungry?” Ghost manages to keep himself together on the outside but he can smell your slick. He can smell Price’s scent as well. You nod quickly, 

“Just need to change before we go.. You guys can stay here, I’ll use my bathroom.” You get off of your bed, starting to your closet. Both men struggle to keep themselves together, fighting the urge to tell you to wear the clothes you stole from them. You grab a pair of black sweats and a hoodie instead, going to the bathroom to change. You can hear Ghost and Gaz whispering to each other but you pay it no mind as you clean the slick from your thighs, shoving your soiled pants into your hamper.

You can tell something is off, you’ve never produced this much slick. You’ve never felt like this but you push it to the back of your mind, getting dressed and padding back out into your room. Gaz stops whispering as soon as he sees you, Ghost straightens up and clears his throat. 

“Doll.. Gaz and I think it’s best if we bring dinner to you. You’re in heat or at least pre-heat, you shouldn’t go to the mess hall. Not after earlier.” Your already clammy skin feels sweatier now but you nod, gnawing on your lip.

“I’m in heat? That’s what this is?” You ask shyly. 

“Yea, princess. When was the last time you had one?’ Gaz gently guides you back to bed. You notice that they pulled out the stolen clothes and put them in a small pile, Ghost had added his gloves and Gaz added his uniform shirt. You finally notice he’s wearing the blue shirt he usually wears to work out. 

“Umm… When I was 11. I only had one before my parents put me on suppressants.” You meekly tell them the truth, hoping it doesn’t change their perspective of you. 

“Damn doll..” Ghost grunts out. “That’s a long time to rely on meds, ‘m surprised they didn’ fail like this sooner.” You sit on your bed, already feeling slick between your thighs again. Ghost puts his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll help ya through it. Jus’ tell me what cha want for dinner, Gaz will stay with ya while I get it.” 

You nod softly, putting your hand on his. Giving it a gentle squeeze back, “Thank you, Si… If you can get it I want spaghetti, if you can’t then whatever they’re serving for dinner. Oh a diet coke… and a brownie.” 

“You got it, spaghetti, diet coke and a brownie. Rest, little dove.” He pulls away, his eyes crinkled up with a smile. Gaz sits down next to you as Ghost leaves the room, unfortunately your scent is already so strong it leaks into the hallway and under Price’s door. Gaz feels your forehead, you lean into his hand.

“You’re burning up, love.” He mutters softly, pulling you against him without thinking. Your nose twitches, whining under your breath as his calming scent fills your nose. He gently strokes your hair, committing your whine to memory. “I got ya, relax as much as you can.” 

“I feel weird, Kyle.” You hardly use his first name and it sounds like a damn prayer on your lips. He pinches his thigh subtly with his free hand, forcing the blood away from rushing where it shouldn’t. 

“I know, lovely. I know.” He mumbles, trying to soothe as much as he can without giving into his own desires. “It’s gonna be rough week f’r us. But we’ll take care of ya, lassie.” 

Suddenly a loud bang shakes the walls, you tense against Gaz. Not getting a chance to ask what that was before you hear Price roaring in his room, Soap yells at him from the hall. Gaz quickly moves to lock your door, making you almost fall against your bed but he manages to catch himself before you do. 

“Sorry. Just need to be sure, Price has never been around an omega when he’s in rut. Especially one in heat.. ‘M sure he smelled ya through his door.” 

“I feel bad… I don’t want to make his rut worse.” You snuggle into Gaz’s side. He soothes your hair again, kissing your head on instinct. 

“Yer not making his rut worse. Soap’s got a handle on him, just focus on yourself.” His voice sounds slightly strained but you don’t question it. Shifting closer to him and whimpering under your breath as you feel your slick making a mess of the sweatpants you just put on. 

“Everything’s so hot, Kyle.” You whine in annoyance, burying your face in his shoulder. He holds you there, pulling out his phone to text Ghost to tell him to bring either ice or an ice pack for you as well.

“I know. It’ll be like that the whole time. You’re hungry cause of your heat,” His voice is calming to you, though all you can think about right now is how his hands felt against your skin in your dream, how he whispered praises in your ear while Price was balls deep in you. You shiver gently, wishing you got to finish the dream completely. 

He holds you close, trying to ignore how your scent gets sweeter and seems to cling to him in the room. A knock comes from the door, he helps you sit up, kissing your head before going to get the door. Turning the a/c on a cooler setting, helping Ghost with the door. Ghost looks serious, his eyes glimmering with what looks like anger. He brings you a tray of food, surprisingly spaghetti is the main course. He puts a towel covered ice pack on the back of your neck and sits down on the bed next to you, watching as you start to eat.

“Price is havin’ a time. He’s like a starved man, nearly broke his door.” He explains to Gaz though you listen in. Your heart wrenches, knowing that it’s because Price can smell you now. “Nah, none of that doll. No gettin’ guilty for lettin’ yer body process it’s natural instincts.” 

Ghost’s words reassure you only a little so you focus on eating instead. Letting him and Gaz talk about how to handle Price. It’s slightly uncomfortable to have two alphas in your space like this, especially two alphas that you secretly like. Especially with your slick soaking through your sweatpants and onto your sheets, both men can smell it and inhale deeply but they don’t mention it so as not to embarrass you more. Gaz takes his place next to you again, keeping a bit of space this time so you can eat. 

“How long is this gonna last?” You ask with an annoyed groan.

“Omega’s are usually in heat for about a week, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. It’s hard ta tell with you, sweetheart. This is essentially your first heat all over again, except this time we’re not putin’ ya on meds and we’ll be here the whole time.” Gaz’s accent is thicker than before. It sounds even more enticing to you now, your spine straightens slightly. Eyes glazing over barely as you look at him, your throat dry despite just drinking some of your diet coke. 

“You’re gonna help me, sergeant?" You purr instinctively. Pushing your finished tray to the side, the ice pack Ghost had on your neck is already warm from your body. Ghost clears his throat,

“We will, dollface. As best we can. So that means no more leaving yer room until it’s done, if ya need us text. If ya want to make a nest, tell us, we’ll bring ya more clothes.” Ghost’s accent is also thicker, it’s harder to understand him but his voice is so deep it doesn’t matter to you. All that matters is how your cunt flutters around nothing.

“I’d like that.” You smile sweetly at him. If he didn’t know any better he’d already have you face down ass up on the bed, moaning as his cock ruins you. But he likes you too much to ruin you like that. He stands up, leaning down and kissing your forehead through the mask. 

“I’ll grab a few things from mine, Soap’s and Gaz’s room. I’ll see what I can do about Price ‘n grab a few more ice packs ‘n some water for you. Gaz take care of our girl.” Gaz nods at Ghost, scooting a bit closer to you. 

Ghost leaves again and you crawl into Gaz’s side, your brain fuzzy. You purr happily, settling against him. Keeping your thighs tightly pressed together in an attempt to stop slick from dripping out of your cunt. Gaz threads his fingers through your hair, closing his eyes to try and hold himself together but it only makes everything worse for him. He imagines what you’d look like bouncing up and down on his cock, how perfectly you’d take it all, how you’d let him do what he wants. He groans softly, burying his face in your hair.

“Gonna take care of ya, bun. Promise.” He whispers into his hair. The pet name nearly has you laying yourself out from him to take but you manage to pull yourself together, humming happily. 

“I know you will.” You whisper back. Clinging to his shirt. A comfortable falls over you as he plays with the hair at the nape of your neck, both of you just inhaling the other’s scent. 

It doesn’t take long for Ghost to return again, this time he has a large pile of clothes in his arms and a few instant ice packs in the pockets of his uniform. He puts the clothes on your bed, you reluctantly pull away from Gaz, overcome with the need to nest. Both men stand and watch you arrange the clothes. Ghost had managed to get some from Price like promised. You take your time, putting care into how you arrange the nest. Mixing the clothes together so their scents are perfectly mixed. Ghost watches with pride, putting his hand on Gaz’s shoulder as a silent remind not to act on the instinct of claiming an unmated omega in heat, though there’s a deeper message as if he’s telling Gaz to be patient. 

You curl up in the center of the nest, clinging to Price’s compression shirt once again. Your slick hasn’t fully dried on it but you don’t care, burying your nose into the pit of the shirt again. Yawning without realizing. Ghost and Gaz both step forward,

“We’re gonna be right outside if ya need, bun.” Gaz uses the nickname again, sucking his teeth as it makes you shiver. He leans over and kisses your temple.

“Holler if ye need, doll. Got some icepacks and water for ye, make sure you stay hydrated.” Ghost strokes the hair away from your sweaty face, not realizing how bad it’s gotten in the past hour and a half. “Rest f’r us, we’ll check in periodically.” 

“G’night Kyle, g’night Si. Thank you.” You mumble against Price’s shirt, too tired to much of anything else. The men give one last smile at you before taking their posts outside of your door. Sleep comes fast, you don’t even have time to rest against a pillow before you’re knocked out cold in the middle of your freshly made nest. 

The air in your room becomes thick with your sickly sweet scent, the alphas outside your door can smell the notes of jasmine, lilies, and honeysuckle. You smell like the most inviting summer evening but they know they can’t act on the desires they keep pushing down. Meanwhile you toss and turn in your sleep, your body calling out for an alpha and not just any alpha, the alpha that started this all. Price. 

His shirt has once again found it’s way between your legs, you buck against it mindlessly. But it’s not enough, it wasn’t enough before and it’s definitely not now. You weakly whimper his name under your breath but the alphas outside hear it, they stiffen. Price’s name sounds so wonderfully pathetic yet heavenly on your lips. They can’t deny that they want to hear you saying their names like that. Ghost adjusts the front of his pants a lot less subtly then Gaz does, both men glance at each other but say nothing. They don’t have to. 

Price’s name continues to come off of your lips like a prayer, all while you thrash in your nest. It’s loud enough that Soap comes down the hall from Price’s room to check out what’s going on, he freezes as your scent hits him through the door.

“Fuckin…. That’s our girl?” He asks Gaz and Ghost.

“Poor thing didn’t even get to experience preheat fully, one hour she’s just hungry, next it’s this.” Ghost grunts out through gritted teeth. Restraining himself visibly. 

“If Price hears her… he’s gonna break both doors down.”

“Jus.. Jus try ‘n keep him at bay, Soap. She’s been through enough today, we’ll assess in the morning.” Gaz mutters. 

Soap nods, taking another long inhale before begrudgingly going back to his post. Muttering about how it’s unfair that they get to guard you and your sweet scent while he has to deal with Price throwing himself at the walls to get out of his room. Gaz gives Soap a weak smile as he passes, patting his friend on the back. 

The night passes far too slowly for all three men's liking, as dawn breaks you’re still whimpering Price’s name. Your voice is breathy and inviting but they know they can’t come in, not until you’re awake. Which comes sooner than they’re expecting but are thankful for it, wanting to set eyes on you again.

“Price.. Price I need Price!” You moan as you wake up. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your sheets are soaked with sweat, your sweatpants have made their way off of your body in your sleep but it doesn't matter. Your hoodie covers you well enough. 

“Good mornin’, bunny.” Gaz enters first. His eyes darken at how much more potent your scent is inside your room. Your head spins with the pet name, your mind as mushy as you cunt. Ghost puts his hand on Gaz’s shoulder, restraining the younger man but also himself.

“Lovely, I don’ think bringing Price in here is gonna help ye.” Ghost mutters with a strained voice. You pout and cross your arms, that sight almost does him in. “Oh don’t pout. Yer not thinkin’ straight, neither is the cap’n. If he comes in we won’ be able to stop him, he’s practically feral right now.” 

“I don’t care! I want him, he started all of this. Either bring him to me or I go to him.” You slip off of your bed, your legs instantly give out. Ghost and Gaz catch you before you hit the floor, giving each other a knowing look. They set you back up on your bed, Gaz sighs.

“You can’t walk right now, sweetheart. Ghost ‘n I will go talk to Soap, can’ guarantee Price will come back with us. But if he does… you have to expect all of us to stay in the room, can ya handle that?”

You nod quickly, “Yea. Yea I can, just wanna smell him.” You mutter. Settling on your bed again, your hoodie riding up on your thighs slightly. 

The men leave again, locking the door from the outside so no one can get in and go to talk to Soap. You lay back on your bed, hazy mind wandering back to your dreams. Eyes fluttering as your hand trails down your body without realizing. You gasp as you touch your clit, it’s puffier than you’ve ever felt. Your cunt already a complete mess of slick, wasting no time you plunge two fingers into your tight, wet heat. Moaning loudly, it feels nice but it’s not nearly enough. You pump them feverishly, clinging to the memory of your dream, clinging to the idea of Price breeding you. 

You work yourself to an orgasm, and then another quickly after it but it does nothing to dull the ache between your legs. Letting out a frustrated groan you finally pull your fingers away from your cunt, seeking Price’s shirt again. Smelling it before putting it directly against your slick, grinding against it desperately as if his scent will help. Whining his name breathlessly, never once stopping your movements. You’re too caught up in getting relief to hear the footsteps coming down the hall. Nor do you hear the keys in the lock or the door clicking open. You only freeze when you see Price staring you down from the door. The alpha isn’t wearing what he was wearing yesterday, instead of his uniform he is wearing just a pair of gray shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. 

His eyes flicker to his shirt between your plush thighs, his lips curling into that damn smile that makes your heart flutter. He steps into the room, making a b-line for you. Soap, Ghost and Gaz follow him into the room, locking the door just to be safe. Price’s scent nearly knocks you over, pulling a shrill moan from your lips. 

“Been wondering where ma shirt went. Got a pretty little thief on our hands.” His voice shortcircuits your brain for a moment, you stare as he stalks towards you. All rational thoughts leave your head, crawling back until there’s enough space for him to fit in the nest as well. He growls deeply at the shining wet spot your soaking pussy left on his shirt. 

“Please, John… Alpha.” You breathe out. His blue eyes darken like the sky before a storm at the use of his status. And it’s all it takes for him to crawl onto the bed with you. For the moment you forget that there are other people in the room as Price overpowers you in every way imaginable. He strokes your cheek with his large hand,

“If I had know ye were an omega all this time…” He whispers before crashing his lips against yours. Your hands tangle in his short hair, enjoying how his beard tickles your face. His hands start to roam your body, pushing under the hoodie. Grinding his hips against yours with the intensity of a teenager about to lose his virginity. You arch into his hands, moaning against his lips.

“Want you, alpha! Want all of you.” You manage to get out. Price chuckles darkly, pulling away from the kiss to pull off your hoodie completely. Taking in your bare body and committing it to memory. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he imagines what they’ll look like full of milk. 

“Careful what ye wish for, little omega. May end up with m’re bite marks then ye can handle.” He thrusts against you, making your body bounce under him. “Mm so pliable.” 

“I want it… Please John.” You repeat, “Want all of ya, just make it go away. I’ll do anything.” 

That’s all it takes for the last bit of his self control to snap, he sinks two thick fingers into your gushing pussy. Price groans happily, burying his nose in your scent gland. Pumping his fingers slowly, too slowly for your liking. You buck your hips against his hand but he quickly pins your hips down with his free hand, chuckling darkly in your ear. 

“Aye no need to be a bitch in heat. ‘M stretchin’ ya to m’ke sure I fit in this tight little cunt.” He nips your gland, making you go limp under him. “That’s better, pretty girl. Can’t have ya gettin’ hurt over my cock, need ya to enjoy it.” 

His words are the exact opposite of what you’ve been told about alphas in rut, especially when they are presented with an omega in heat. But you love it. Your legs spread beautifully on the bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers stretch and prod parts of you that you never knew existed, coaxing you open. Your hands cling to his shoulders, eyes glazed over and staring up at him. God he could get used to you looking at him like that, like a little love sick pup.

He pulls his fingers from you, making you whine loudly in protest. He nips your scent gland harder, letting his teeth tug at the skin. Price doesn’t bother asking to use a condom, wanting to feel you fully. Besides, his mind is just as clouded as yours now, if not more. One hand comes to cradle the back of your head as he positions himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock rubbing teasingly against your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Yer gonna tell me if I hurt ya, pretty doll. I’ll try ‘n be gentle f’r ya.” His voice rumbles against your skin. All you can muster is a nod, locking your legs behind his back. He pushes in slowly and gently at first, his hand fisting around the sheets as he forces himself to stop from pounding into you immediately. 

“John… Alpha..” You whine his name so sweetly that it almost doesn’t sound like his. His eyes dart to your face, thinking he’s hurting you but your face is contorted with pleasure. “C’n tell you’re holding back. Don’t. I can take it alpha.” 

At this point Ghost nearly steps in but Soap and Gaz stop him, the three alphas all straining against their pants as they watch their captain completely lose himself to your sweet begging. Price’s hips snap against yours aggressively, he lifts your hips completely off of the bed. Fingers digging into your skin, his pace is brutal yet hungry. You arch into his touch, your tight walls clench around him. The sound of squelching fills the room from how wet you are, yet you’re not embarrassed, it feels too good to be embarrassed.

Neither of you care about being quiet, not knowing that you’ve already scared away the alphas that were eavesdropping by mentioning Price. Each thrust knocks the air out of you, your eyes glisten with tears of pleasure. Your tits bounce with each thrust, he watches them with dark intention. Your pussy molds around his cock, you didn’t even have time to admire his length before he was inside of you. He keeps you up with one hand, the other coming up to one breast. He squeezes hard,

“Gonna fill ya up so these pretty tits swell. Gonna turn our private into our pretty little mate, all swollen and round for us.” You barely register his words or growl. Nodding dumbly in agreement. He smirks against your neck, feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock. “Oh.. Ya like that? Wan’ your captain to fill this tight cunt with seed?  Wan’ be our mate, wan’ carry our pups?” 

“Oh fuck! Alpha, please please!” You whimper. Your nails leave bright red track marks on his back but the pain only spurs him on. For the first time since his room he addresses the rest of the pack,

“Hear that lads? Got a pretty wife for us.. Such a sweet breeding bitch.” His hand moves from your breast to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge his cock is making from the force of his thrusts. Ghost has to restrain a growl, Soap whispers something to him, while Gaz groans happily at the idea. His mind goes wild with the idea of getting you knocked up. 

“She’s gonna be so pretty with our pups in her stomach, cap’n.” Gaz’s voice is strained but thick with arousal. 

Suddenly a scream of pleasure rips from your lips, your body trembles under Price’s but he doesn’t stop. Moving his hand again he starts playing with your puffy clit, smirking at each shrill sound it pulls from your lips. His hips snap against yours so hard it feels like you’re getting split in half. 

“Gonna-....” You cling to him desperately, the alphas have made your brain complete mush. You can barely keep your eyes open due to the pleasure, whimpering pathetically. “Bite.. Please.” 

Price doesn't think twice, diving in and latching onto your scent gland. Pounding you through the pain, his fingers still circling your clit at the same pace as his thrusts. He doesn’t stop until he tastes blood, lapping it up like a starved man. You gasp at the feeling, coming hard around his cock. Surprised you manage to hold on that long. Your slick makes a mess of his thighs and the sheets under you but he doesn’t stop. He retracts his teeth and suckles on the bitemark, sealing it over and ensuring that you’re his omega. Well the pack’s but for now you’re just his, he’s the only one to have claimed you yet.

“You got one more for me, right lovely?” He grunt in your ear, kissing along your neck. You nod dumbly, not being able to find your voice unless it’s to moan, whimper or shriek. He smiles against your skin, hips snapping harder and faster against yours. His fingers work even faster on your clit. 

You don’t have time to recover from your first orgasm, trembling harder at the assault of pleasure. Your cunt fluttering around his cock as you feel him throbbing inside of you, his knot starting to swell. You forget everything at the feeling, forgetting that the others are watching, forgetting that you’re going to have to come clean about your status soon enough. 

“Pups.. Alpha, please want pups.” You whine. Your pussy spasms hard as you come again in quick succession. Price grabs both of your hips, hauling your limp and trembling body off of the bed. Hammering into you so hard you’d be afraid that he’s bruising your cervix if you could think properly. 

“That’s my girl. Jus’ wan’ing to be a good wife for us, such a good mate.” His praise sends shockwaves through your body. “Gonna breed this pretty little pussy, gonna knot ya. Put my pups in ya.” He growls. Your body is like a ragdoll the way it’s bouncing with his thrusts but he holds you up easily.

With one last final thrust he buries himself to the hilt, his knot catching and swelling to full size. He groans loudly, pumping you full of thick, fertile cum that’s been aching to come out of him since he first smelled an omega all those years ago. He holds you tightly against him, you mewl happily. Burying your face in his neck, relaxing slightly and trying to catch your breath. 

It takes a minute for his cock to stop pulsing and spurting cum into you, he pants heavily above you. Price peppers kisses all over your face, having some clarity after his release. One hand gently rubs your stomach,

“Rest now, doll. Yer gonna need it f’r the others. ‘M gonna stay inside till ma knot deflates.” He whispers softly. You nod, snuggling against him. Laying back down on the bed and pulling him against you, kissing his scent gland. It’s nearly impossible to keep your eyes open now.

“Thank you, John.” Your voice is soft, weak and tired. He kisses the side of your head,

“Anytime, omega. I got cha, sleep.” He waits for you to fall asleep with his knot still buried in your cunt before calling the other men over. They all strip to varying degrees of undress, joining you and Price in the nest. They form a protective circle around the two of you. Ghost pulls the covers over everyone, his mask off for the first time in a while. The men make a silent vow to each other and to you to take care of you as best they can and to care for their pups. One by one they start to drift off after you.

Simon suggests taking you out of the picture, temporarily. No point in upsetting you, and he doesn’t fancy his Johnny losing an eye. Price disagrees, thinks the two of you should work it out on your own.

So they set you to spar. They spectate, in case they need to jump in and separate you. The fight is bloody; you on a full offensive and Johnny doing nothing but sticking his hands up everytime you throw a punch. By the mid-way point he’s missing a few tufts of hair, and you’ve shredded his right hand with bite marks.

Except you’re starting to exhaust, and Johnny has barely broken a sweat. The fight winds up with your stomach pressed to the mattress, arm twisted behind your back as Johnny perches on top of you, rubbing his face into your neck and purring at you for giving him such a good fight.

Every time you lose your temper with Johnny, you’re tossed into the ring with him. Sometimes you win, most times you lose- often with you being in some sort of compromising position as Johnny rubs against you and lathers you in his scent.

The problem is that you don’t like to share, whereas Johnny has no problem with it. He’s a bit annoyed you won’t share your nesting materials with him, or your shirts (and definitely not your underwear, despite him trying), but he just waits until your not looking and replaces something of yours with his until you stop realising he’s doing it.

When you go into heat, you expect that Simon, Kyle and Price will help out. They said they would. Though you’re not sure how exactly they’re helping when they’ve locked you in a room with Johnny and he’s two fingers deep in you, letting you bite down on his shoulder and claw his back to bits. Promising that if you just let yourself go, he can make it better.

Kyle glances down at his phone and looks up at Price. "Y/N is calling me." He announces, getting the other man's attention.

"You can't go to them, Kyle." Price warns, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not going too! I just think that hearing one of our voices will help. It's their first heat, Captain. We have to help somehow." Kyle insists, hand hovering over his phone despite Price's disapproving stare. He answers the call, lifting it to his ear. "Hey, Y/N."

"Kyle, please help me!" You sob softly onto the phone, staring at the dimming screen and sniffling weakly. "I need you. Need someone to help me, please." You whimper, grinding your hips down onto your pillow but it's not enough to get you off. Not enough to feel satisfying.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. Listen to me. I'm going to help you, but you have to do what I say." Kyle explains, putting his phone on speaker and setting I on Price's desk. "Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can! I promise, just help me!" You sob in frustration and need, dropping your head into Kyle's sweatshirt and taking a deep breath. Price and Kyle both took a deep breath to steady themselves, sharing look but knowing better than to try and physically aid with your heat. Mating during your first heat would only make the rest of them worse. You had to do this on your own.

"We got you a knotted dildo. You're going to use that. Do you have to close by?" Kyle asks. There's shuffling, the sound of drawl opening and you flopping back into the bed.

"I have it." You groan, holding the toy in your hands. It wasn't the largest dildo you'd ever used, but you had never used one with a knot before.

"Good job. You know how to use a regular dildo and it's kind of like that. Start using it and let me know when you're close. That's when you're going to hse the knot." Kyle's soft voice guides you over the phone. You clucth one of his shirts in your hands, slowly guiding the toy into your slicked hole. You whimper slightly at the stretch, pumping the toy steadily and stopping before the knot could push inside of you.

Kyle shifts in his seat as he adjusts himself in his pants. Price wasn't doing much better, stifling a groan behind his hand as he tried not to start jerking off right then and there. Kyle knew that under normal circumstances, you wouldn't need any help getting off. Right now, your heat was clouding up lots of the logical thoughts you needed.

Kyle listens as your moans get louder, little whimpers that got more desperate. "Kyle, I'm close." You mutter into the phone, hips bouncing furiously on the knotted dildo. The closer you got, the more you wanted to pop the knot inside of you, but you weren't sure if you could fit it.

"That's good.. Doing so good, sweetheart. You need to shove that knot inside, okay? Push down really hard and let it pop inside of you. It'll feel so good, baby, I promise." Kyle explains unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock free.

You thrust the toy up harder, squealing as the knot stretches you open even further, and finally settles inside. Your orgasm rips through your body almost painfully, chatting Kyle's name like a prayer as you grind down your hips. Kyle and Price listen to you finally satisfy your heat, both men fisting their cocks as they listen to your precious noises.

"You did so good, sweetheart. You just needed that knot inside you, huh?" Kyle praises, getting little whimpers of agreement from you. "That's a good omega... So good at listening to me." Kyle groans, shuddering as he got closer to cumming. Your orgasm addled brain puts together what Kyle's doing, burying your face in his shirt as you listen closely.

   It’s a common theme of bonding days or times when one or more members of the 141 go into rut. You take care of them as best as you can. Gentle and kind, ever so patient and eager to care for your alphas. You’re just one omega for four alphas. No wonder you’re so tired all the time. So Kyle never pushes. He never prods. You’re doing your best, he knows that. It’s not your fault you never have energy left for him. So he just waits. It happens every time it’s finally his turn. You’re sprawled out asleep, too tired to even twitch when he gives you a gentle little kiss. And Kyle backs off every time, wanting his precious omega to get his rest. 

   Again and again the others wear you out so much that you’re passed out by the time it’s Kyle’s turn. Months must pass like that, of Kyle being too kind for his own good. Of Kyle passing himself over, letting his sweet boy get some rest instead of taking time with him. You’re all usually too busy any other time, running missions, doing base work, all sorts of things. Your schedule is always filled, and he just never fits into it. And any time you do have free time, you’re already sound asleep, worn out from managing both your duties and the team’s emotional needs. So he never pushes for more. What he needs. Even though his own care is denied again and again, he never pushes you.

   Until the day Kyle wakes up, flush and sweating. A fever has set in. He knows exactly what this is. Months have passed of Kyle prioritizing you over himself. Months have passed and your bond has frayed, and now he’s got bonding sickness. His mind is hazy, and he is awake, but not really. Kyle’s aware enough to process the door to his room opening some hours after he wakes. He’s awake when the scent in his room thickens with your smell, sour with distress. He processes the weight of another person settling onto his chest. He’s aware when there’s people entering and leaving. But none of it matters. Kyle’s mind is dismal, grey and empty. He’s drifting, floating in an endless ocean where no matter how hard he looks, up is not an option and there is no air; no option for one last gasping breath.

    So he just lays there. Processing. Awake. Aware. Alive. But entirely uncaring. Kyle’s never felt bond sickness before, but he knows one of his cousins who died when his alpha walked out on him. He’d withered away, too depressed to even exist. Kyle hadn’t gotten it before, but he does now. The bond between you and him is so frayed, so weak, that Kyle feels like if it snaps, he may as well not exist without it. So he just drifts. Lays there in bed, just like his dead cousin, and drifts. Drifts and thinks, with nothing at all tying him to the present. None of the present matters anyway, because your bond is frayed and why should Kyle bother to exist in a present where you and him are so apart?

    So he drifts. Drifts because there is nothing else. At least, until the hiss. It comes so quick, so foul and furious and vile that Kyle forces his own eyes open. He’s heard that sound only once before, when Ghost sprained his ankle on a training exercise and you’d gotten protective. And when he looks this time, sure enough, there you are. You’re the weight on his chest. You’re crouched over him, curled in and looking frankly no better than he does. Bond sickness must be affecting you too. But you’re crouched and protecting him, hissing like a feral cat. Too tired to move his head, Kyle scents the air, smelling Price. Pack alpha must be fussing. Too little, too late. Kyle hears the door close, and you settle down, curling on top of him and whimpering.

    He reaches out, pressing up into you, and when you realize he’s awake, the sour scent of distress grows thicker before you begin chirping at him in utter panic. Your eyes are sunken in a bit, and you look just as weak from bond sickness as Kyle probably does, though he hasn’t seen himself. But those gorgeous eyes of yours are wet, and you look so fucking guilty, and you’re curled up with Kyle like he might die if you let go. After a minute, he realizes you’re trembling, the scent of your guilt tinging the air. It takes Kyle a minute to realize why. You blame yourself. You think his bond sickness is your fault, and now you’re trying desperately to fix it. 

     Well, Kyle certainly isn’t going to complain about having a handsome omega snuggled into his arms, cooing and purring and trying to make him happy. But it’s not your fault. You can’t help that the others constantly wore you out. Kyle raises a hand, running it over your head. His body throbs, aching with the pain of bond sickness. You must be able to tell it’s getting worse, because you snuggle into him and whine like a pitiful puppy. Kyle gives a dismal sigh, pulling you closer. Neither of you is particularly relaxed, but at least you’re together. 

    Being separate from you for so long, making himself leave every time you were worn out, it had frayed your bond to nearly nothing. Which had led to this. You’re curled up together, both sick and shaking. With you snuggled up together, Kyle just pets your head, thinking quietly to himself. Bond sickness isn’t common, but it’s certainly not rare. It’s a slow, painful, and agonizing disease. People afflicted wither away, forced to wait for weeks or even months until their demise, because there is no cure except repairing the bond that’s killing you. And usually, the bond is with someone inaccessible for whatever reason. So usually, bond sickness is an absolute death sentence. Hell, Kyle can think of three cases he’s ever heard of where someone came back from it.

       And now he had it, and so did you. Because of your pack. One omega for four alphas had never been a particularly even arrangement, but you had been the only one to ever mesh with the team after being assigned. And the team had known that. They had known how deadly bonding sickness was and still pushed you too far. They had known, but gone months letting him go without any time with you. They had known, but still expected too much from one omega. You had tried so hard to please all of them, to be a good boy, but they’d treated you like a toy, and Kyle like an afterthought. They all knew there were others who would need your attention after them, but they’d thought only of themselves when taking their time with you. And now here you two were. Dying.

      You must deem him quiet for too long, because Kyle is pulled out of his thoughts by the saddest little chuffs. You’re pouting down at him, head propped on his chest. Sometime while he was zoned out, you’d wriggled yourself under his blankets and peeled your shirt off, so now you two were pressed together, skin against skin. You must be hoping the extra contact will help the bond recover. You have to hope, because there is no proven way to heal bond sickness. Because coming back from bond sickness is rarer than being struck by damn lightning. So he reaches up, looking for connection with you, and you lean right into his hands, while still giving a sassy little huff at not being held how you like. 

    That had been what had first made him sure you’d mesh well into the 141’s dynamics. You were sweet and effortlessly kind, while still sure of your place in the world. Sure of the respect and care you deserved, and you would make sure you got it. So how had you fallen so far? What had changed, to have you letting the others push you about? What had changed in Kyle? Sure, he was at the bottom of the hierarchy, but he should be able to demand respect for himself. Why had he let himself accept this? You had both been pushed to bonding sickness, curled around each other, weak and tired. You were both sick, and fucking dying, because the pack dynamics had rotted from the inside out. 

    Kyle shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. There’s no use thinking of that right now. If he wants to live at all, he has to fix his bond with you, so he tries to focus on the moment. Tries to focus on the warmth of you in his arms. This morning, you’d chased everyone out of his room with one of your furious little hisses, omega instincts angry and protective over your sick mate. No matter that the people you’d been hissing at had also been your mates… But now you’re curled up, tucked into Kyle’s side under his arm, pouting like a kitten. He’s always loved seeing you like this. 

    Deep in your head, following your instincts. Sweet, pliant, and usually cooing. It was a shame he was only getting to see so much of it because you both had the fucking sickness. Apparently, he gets too deep into his thoughts again, because Kyle is jarred back to the present by you nipping him, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. Right over the bonding mark the two of you share. You’re being pissier than usual, which Kyle supposes he can forgive. He’s being broodier than usual, after all. Also, you’re both dying from a disease set in by your packmates, the rest of the 141, entirely forgetting to care about you two as people. Maybe he should be pissier.

    But still, Kyle hisses in pain, frowning at you. “That hurt.”

    “It was supposed to. You need to…” You trail off, sniffling as you lay your head back down.      

Kyle sighs as he sees that. He knows your guilty expression. He knows it damn well. “We both need to get better.” When he says that, Kyle sees the little sad puppy look intensify on your face. Fuck, you really do blame yourself for this. “Hey.” His tone is stern, and he nudges you to make sure you’re listening. “Hey. Relax. Relax. We both need to get better. How long have you been feeling it?”

    “Since last night… kept crying and I couldn’t figure out why. Only got it this morning when I came to find you.” You’re openly crying now, eyes wet and watery. 

    Kyle frowns, instincts flaring up at the sight of you in distress. He wants to comfort you. Wants to make it all better. But he doesn’t even know if you two will be better, much less your feelings. He still tries though. “It is not your fault.” Firm. Commanding. The tone that usually gets you to settle down and listen when you’re fussing.

     You just sniffle though, and shake your head. “I knew though. I knew we weren’t gettin’ any time together, and I still just kept going. Should’ve came to you sooner… should’ve done better.” You gasp out a little sob, flopping your head to lay fully on his chest. “I’m sorry, Ky. I’m so sorry. And now we’re like this. ‘S all my fault.” 

    So Kyle nips you. Not hard. Just like you’d gotten him. You yelp in surprise, before immediately twisting to pout at him. Before you can speak though, he presses a finger to your lips, hushing you. “No. It wasn’t your fault. We’re both sick. For months now, the boys have been using you like a doll without letting you have a minute to yourself, and not thinking about the fact that other people want time with you too. You’re one omega trying to balance an entire pack of alphas’ needs. Someone was going to slip through the cracks. It was too much for you, love.”

    You start to huff at him again, but Kyle just tuts, leaning up to give you a gentle kiss before continuing. “Love, it was too much for you. No one should have ever asked you to take on managing a pack of four alphas all by yourself. Wasn’t right of us. The hierarchy came from the military and us being so used to ranking ourselves. When we let that rule the pack, we failed all of us, you especially. Someone was always going to slip through the cracks, love. It just happened to be me.”

    He’d been planning to continue, but you cut him off in a fussy huff. “But I could have been better. I knew we were drifting, and I failed you.” You huff again, half glaring at him, half pouting. “I’m sorry, Ky. I knew you were hurting and I just let you hurt.”

    Kyle huffs right back at you. He can tell you won’t let this rest, so he just nods before pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Alright love, alright. I accept your apology and forgive you. As long as you accept my apology for going along with you trying to manage us all on your own. That wasn’t right, love.”

    You stare at him for a long moment before just nodding. It’s like the tension in the air clears in an instant. Kyle hasn’t gotten time like this with you for ages, and today, he’s had hours of you curled into his arms. He’s practically drunk on the feeling, your body warm and pliant. You fit perfectly in his arms, your head tucked under his chin. It’s a perfect day, ignoring the bond sickness that’s wracking both of you right now. Maybe, just maybe, you two really can recover from this. Kyle presses a kiss to your hair, gentle and careful. You’re together, and it will be okay.

So for four days, you stayed with Ghost in his room. Half of the time was spent with the two of you being bound together by his knot, and the other half was spent with him pampering you and showing you what a good alpha he can be for you. He made a nest for you, provided any and all food and drinks that you requested, ran your baths so he could bathe you, and gave you clothes to wear since yours were torn to ribbons that first day together. The clothes might be about four sizes too big for you, but that’s fine…At least they smell like him. Also during your time together, you learned some things about your impromptu mate.

One, his name is Ghost. Or more accurately, Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Though you’ve really taken to calling him “alpha”, which he has no problem with.  Two, everyone on 141 is an alpha. Most of the other groups they deal with are too, with some betas here and there. An omega in these parts is rare…An unmated omega who goes without blockers, suppressants, or the patches like you did before that fateful day is even more rare.  And three…Two of his teammates are going into a rut soon. It’ll be just as bad as his rut, he assumes.

“Poor bastards. No omegas to help ‘em out.” He muses as he strokes your head soothingly, letting you nurse a cup of chamomile he fixed for you. You’re surrounded by blankets and pillows, all that smell perfectly like him. Leather and the woods, the scent that you’ve grown accustomed to over such a short period of time, just barely a week of being his mate.

“Can’t they just…Take suppressants?” You ask, gazing up at Ghost. “That’s what most alphas I know do, anyway.”

“Mh, yeah, well…” Ghost just grunts for the rest of his response instead of using words, smoothing your hair down a bit as best as he can before kissing the crown of your head. He stands slowly, and when your eyes follow him curiously, his eyes crinkle in a smile.

“Just grabbing somethin’ for the nest, bird. I’ll be quick.” He reassures before slipping out of his quarters, leaving you there on the bed. 

For the next five minutes or so, you finish off the rest of the chamomile and adjust your position on the bed. The big, bad alpha has been knot-deep inside of you more times than you can count already, and your body is a bit sore from it. When the door opens again, you lift your head and smile as you see Ghost reenter. He’s carrying a thick, blue throw blanket that looks softer than any of the other blankets on the bed…And a big pillow covered in an army green pillowcase. 

You shift a bit on the bed as he gets closer, his scent encircling you along with two other distinct scents.

The source of those scents is made clear once he makes his way over. The blanket, which he drapes around you, smells strongly of a pine forest. Similar to Ghost’s woody scent, but no trace of leather like your mate. And the pillow that he hands you smells strongly of burning wood…It’s a rich scent that awakens something inside of you as you nuzzle your nose into it. 

“These…Don’t smell like you.” You point out, muffled by the pillow that you bury your face into. Ghost can’t help but laugh gruffly at the sight.

“Good observation, bird…” He muses, placing a hand on your back as he watches you closely. Lips curled up slightly into a half smile, he decides to ask, “Remember how I mentioned the sergeants earlier? My best mates?” 

. . .

It turns out that the piney scent belongs to an excitable alpha who prefers to be called Soap, and the warm, smokey scent belongs to a quieter alpha that goes by Gaz. You’re in the process of becoming acquainted with them since Ghost called the two rutting sergeants to his room. He asked if you’d be okay with giving his best mates a hand with their ruts. The answer came quick as slick formed between your legs, nose buried into Gaz’s pillow, and gripped the blanket perfumed in Soap’s scent tightly in your hands. 

Getting acquainted with the sergeants currently consists of Soap, the bulky Scot, settled right between your thighs. He was granted easy access to your drenched cunt, since the only thing you were wearing prior to them entering Ghost’s room was a jacket with “RILEY” in big letters across the back, which only reaches just above your knees. Soap’s tongue glides between your folds, swirling it around the bundle of nerves at the top as he very easily slipped two fingers into you.

“Fuckin’ hell, tastes like heaven…” He slurred against your clit before sucking harshly, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from you. There’s a rumble in his chest, half purr and half growl as he continues.

Meanwhile, Gaz is behind you, hands cupping your breasts. The jacket of your alpha was zipped all the way down, giving him access to your body. One hand pinches and tugs at one of your nipples, while the other just squeezes at your other breast. He’s inhaling your scent, the same way you were huffing his from his pillow not too long ago. 

“How’d you manage to bag us an omega…A bloody perfect omega at that, Ghost…?” He asked before shifting a bit behind you. Once the alpha moved out from behind you, he positioned himself so he could take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your poor, pre-heat brain can’t even register the fact that he said Ghost “bagged us an omega”.

You gasp out and squirm as he sucks on one soft mound, and squeezes the other. When he alternates, you feel Soap add a third finger. The sounds of sucking and the lewd squelch of your slick fill the room, punctuated by your moans and satisfied growls from the two alphas who are practically attached to your body.

The whole time, your mate is watching through lidded eyes. He’s not far, supervising the whole thing to make sure they don’t rough his mate up. He pipes up with the occasional “Not so rough, Garrick” or “Be gentle, Johnny. Gentler, she’s sensitive”. And whenever your eyes meet his, he gives you a reassuring look. You discussed right before they came in that he’d drag the both of them off of you at a moment’s notice. The binding mark on your scent gland feels as if it pulses, knowing that your alpha will look after you. 

The two alpha sergeants continue their ministrations, with Soap eating you like you’re his last meal and Gaz sucking, kissing, and nipping at your breasts. When you tumble over the edge of your climax, they switch positions…With the blue-eyed Scot turning for a moment as Gaz gets into position. The sight of your mate and the mohawked alpha making out and sharing the taste of your slick…It certainly does something to you. Something that Gaz takes notice of.