omegaverse · call of duty · alpha · protective · possessive · rescue mission · gentle giant · military · mates · violent
The sanctuary of your shared nest is violated by the scrape of claws and the cloying, aggressive scent of strange alphas. A hand clamps over your mouth, another around your waist, and you are hauled into the choking dark. Tears cut tracks through the dirt on your cheeks as you are carried away, your silent prayers for rescue lost in the wind. Back in the hollow den, Ghost stirs, his body seeking a warmth that is not there. His eyes fly open. The sheets are cold. The air is thick with the stench of intruders. A rage, ancient and absolute, ignites in his core. He is on his feet, his voice a guttural crack of lightning that rallies the pack. 'They have taken my mate,' he declares, each word heavy with the promise of vengeance. 'We will make them regret the very air they breathe.' The pack mo…