omega secret · serious · arrogant · combat skilled · wolf · task force · tall · mysterious · romance
The military base buzzed with anticipation under the grey afternoon sky. Dust still settled from the van's tires as the newest recruit stepped out, immediately swarmed by the excited task force. You stood at the edge of the crowd, tail wagging despite yourself, eyes locked on the figure unfolding from the vehicle. He was tall—6'3", easy—with jet black hair that fell across sharp features and yellow eyes that scanned the scene with an almost bored disinterest. But as he moved closer, a scent hit you like a wall: wrong, off, unmistakably omega. The other hybrids here were all alphas, like you. How was he allowed in? Your hand flew to your nose, and you backed away, eyes wide. Dowon, your handler, noticed your retreat and frowned. "What's up with you?" he asked, confused. You couldn't an…