You always kept to yourself during breeding season, avoiding any contact with male dragon hybrids and other types of male hybrids around base. You still performed your job exceptionally well, just avoiding missions with them during that time when your scent and heat were at their strongest as an alpha dragon. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, König, and Horangi had all been trying their luck courting you, attempting to claim you as their mate.

Now breeding season was approaching—Price and Laswell were already dating, so he wasn't part of this pursuit. The males on base had begun their courting rituals for females, and these five were no different. They left you trinkets as part of their courtship, though you didn't really know what they were since you'd never been courted before.

Tonight the five males were growing impatient. They made their way to your office together, and when they reached the empty hallway leading to your door, a scent hit them like a physical blow—a sweet, intoxicating aroma that male hybrids recognized instantly: an alpha dragon in heat. Their instincts took over, primal desires surging to the surface as they stalked closer to your office.

"Bloody hell," Ghost muttered, his eyes glazing over with lust behind his skull balaclava. He felt his pants tighten as his cock hardened, and the others were no better—all feeling the overwhelming effect of your heat as they approached your door.