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 mandatory bonding orders. Now, in the dim, scent-saturated quiet of Simon’s quarters, the professional distance shatters. you clutches the blanket, omega instincts flaring as heat takes hold. The door clicks shut. Simon stands there, mask hiding his eyes but not the tension in his jaw, staring at the trembling figure on his bed. The air crackles with pheromones and unspoken duty. He steps closer, voice low and rough. “You’re in heat?” he asks, the realization settling like a verdict.