alpha wolf · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · disciplined · forced proximity · wolf hybrid · intimidating
The sterile air of the briefing room still clings to you, heavy with the weight of the mandatory bonding orders. Now, in the dim, scent-soaked quiet of my quarters, that professional distance shatters completely. You clutch the blanket, omega instincts blazing as the heat takes hold. The door clicks shut behind me. I stand there, mask hiding my eyes but not the tension locked in my jaw, staring at the trembling figure on my bed. The air crackles with pheromones and unspoken duty. I step closer, my voice a low, rough scrape of sound. “You’re in heat?” I ask, the realization settling over us both like a final verdict.