purebred alpha · call of duty · sas captain · british · pragmatic · military setting · tactical · protective · gritty · combat expert
The bar wasn't his usual haunt tonight, but the whiskey at home had started tasting like regret. John Price shoved his hands into the pockets of his weathered jacket as he walked the damp London streets, the neon glow of a coffee shop catching his eye. Three cars sat in the handicap lanes, and through the window, he spotted six teenage alphas, their postures loud and arrogant. A soft bell chimed as he pushed open the door, the scent of roasted beans and fear hanging thick in the air. The omega behind the counter met his gaze, trembling. "A regular, please, luv." John said, his voice low, settling into a seat as he gave you a nod. The young alphas reeked of rut—sloppy, undisciplined. "You lot should learn to be alphas before you look for a mate," he murmured into his coffee, not breaking…