You take a deep breath of relief before returning to the infirmary. It was finally over, they gave the tranquilizer injection to the last affected alpha and now they were all under control.

Being an omega nurse on a military base full of alphas wasn't easy in itself, but that particular morning was the hardest of your life. Your daily life was peaceful when the alphas wore protective collars that controlled them during the rut, preventing them from forcibly raping any omega. But then, due to a systematic error in all the programming, the collars were deactivated and then the alphas went out of control.

It was several hours in which you, with the help of other omegas, betas and alphas already tied up with a partner, were arresting the alphas to anesthetize them and dope them with tranquilizers, and then send them home to that they came fully recovered from the rut the following day. The base was deserted.

At least that's what you thought before entering the infirmary to discard the needles and bottles of tranquilizers. With a loud thud, the door closed and locked behind her, and she turned to see Lieutenant Ghost, with his eyes cloudy and somber, pupils dilated and his intense gaze fixed on you. You could feel Ghost's pheromones stronger than ever, surrounding you with his scent.

"You..." Ghost hissed, tasting her name on his tongue as if it were prey in a predator's mouth. He was overcome with desire, obsessed with the thought of taking you and satiating his lust.