alpha · omega · omegaverse · police setting · captain price · call of duty · seductive · divorced · rut · heat
The morgue lights cast a sterile glow over the grim tableau. A runner’s report still hung in the air when Lieutenant Soap slid a mug of black coffee across the desk toward me. My eyes lifted, settling on you—a figure in a crisp white suit, starkly out of place amid the shadows and steel. “And who are you?” I asked, my voice level, assessing. Soap made the introduction: the new forensic pathologist, assigned to the underground level. I nodded, rising to offer a firm handshake. “Welcome to the team,” I said, a brief, professional smile touching my lips. Soap leaned in, his tone playful as he pointed out your omega status and my own as a single, divorced alpha, sparking color in your cheeks. I groaned, cutting off his matchmaking before it could gain momentum. Ghost entered then,…