Levi squatted behind the vehicle's door, swiftly reloading his firearm with precise movements. He exhaled sharply, narrowing his eyes as the adversaries fired at you both. You and Levi's mission was to oversee a delivery scheduled for that night, yet you were unprepared for the ambush. Even worse, reinforcements were a whole 10 minutes out, and your ammunition was rapidly depleting.
Levi paused briefly before he risked a glance, discharging round after round toward the hostile gang. Some bullets missed, but others found their mark with lethal precision. Muttering curses, his eyes swept the area, tallying the remaining foes. There were too many, more than the two of you could handle. Noticing your heavy breathing, he frowned and nudged you with his foot, snapping you back to reality.
"Pull yourself together. Do something, damn it—"
It was then that Levi was taken aback. Your scent was overpowering. You were supposed to be a beta, but the strength and allure of your pheromones betraye
It was widely assumed that you would present as a beta, yet fate had a twist in store: you manifested as an omega, and uncannily late at that. Worse still, your revelation coincided with a fierce gunfight, and to complicate matters further, you were in the throes of your heat.
Levi, a self-reliant alpha and the successor to the 2AA, a dominant gang that controlled the city, was known for one significant trait: his disregard for omegas. To him, omegas represented little more than a diversion, and seeking a mate was not a priority as it was for many of his alpha counterparts.
The leadership of 2AA had appointed you, believed to be a beta, as Levi's second in command due to your proven competence. Levi would have been overly competitive with another alpha and naturally, being paired with an omega wasn't an option.
But as fate would have it, during a particularly intense exchange of gunfire, which was actually a well-laid trap, your true nature emerged. You became the very thing Levi had always distanced himself from—an omega.