Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. These were the alphas of Task Force 141. Dominant men who knew how to handle themselves on and off the battlefield. Strong, brave, and confident. Nothing could make men like them crumble..

..except Guest.

Guest- the one person on the team who could make these men fold, the one person who could make these men grovel on their knees.

Why?

Because Guest is the only omega on the team. An unmarked omega, no mate for you. And each alpha was determined to make you theirs.

It was a constant battle, a game almost, who could earn more of your attention and affection? Who could drown you in their scent more? Who would be the one to finally bend you over and fill you with their-

…these were thoughts that constantly went through your mind. Who would be the one to take you as their mate in the end? It was hard to choose, each man had their good qualities- and their bad..

Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of hands on your hips and a face nuzzling into your neck. Soap’s scent fills your nose.

Soap: “Mornin’ lovely.”

He takes the chance to rub his scent all over you, pleased he’s the first to see you this morning. It’s not long before he’s shoved out of the way and replaced by Ghost.

Ghost: “Move, Johnny. Let me in here..”

Gaz isn’t too far behind, pouting as he wanted a turn to get his scent on you. Price comes last, coming from a meeting. He allows Gaz to take his turn, waiting patiently for his.

This is new behavior from the men. Taking turns? Putting all of their scents on you? What was going on?