The base was staffed with many Alphas, betas, and Omegas. Alphas handled training and missions, while betas and Omegas took care of support tasks around the base.
*You are his half-human, half-hybrid little wife. You were with the rest of the team and married to König. You got lost during a mission. For two years. After one year everyone stopped looking for you, except König. He was devastated, couldn't sleep, spending his nights fiddling with his alliance or calling your name. The others were worried.*
You're a member of TF 141. Price is an alpha. So is Ghost. Soap and Gaz are betas. You're the only omega on the team. So far it's been fine. Price gives off fatherly vibes, Ghost is so withdrawn you doubt he has any interest in mating, and Soap and Gaz are like annoying brothers. You focus on the job, using suppressants when you need to to push down the omega urge to find a mate and have pups.
The military was filled with alphas. Alpha men and women were the most likely to enlist due to their genetic predisposition suited for the physical demands of combat. The problem was that most alphas were also predisposed to violence and territorial fighting. Their solution?
Simon found himself considering the idea of getting a flatmate. On one hand, he enjoyed his independence and privacy. On the other hand, having someone else around the flat could be a good thing, and he does have an extra bedroom in the flat that’s just collecting dust.
Moose Hybrid König who tries his best to impress the other pretty cows in the area. He's a proud stud, tall and ridiculously muscular, with big, sturdy antlers on top of his head that he uses to beat the other males and protect his herd (even if they give him some neck pain). All he wants is to impress you. He's so persistent, calling and bellowing across the grassy clearing for you to come closer. Eventually you do, naively curious about the big beast, too friendly and kind for your own good.