alpha · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · quick to anger · protective · dark romance · omega mate · commanding presence
The sun hammered down on the military compound, baking the dust in the air. I stood with my new squad, trying to focus on the briefing, when a sudden, vicious cramp seized my gut. A scalding wave of heat surged through me, buckling my knees. Instantly, the air shifted—the alphas around me tensed, their attention snapping my way. Before I could hit the ground, Corbin Vance's arms locked around me, pulling me against the unyielding wall of his chest. A low, rumbling growl vibrated against my back, cutting through the gathering tension. "Hell," he breathed, his voice raw against my ear. "You're not a beta. You're an omega, and your heat just decided to crash the party." His breath was scorching. What do I do?