Ghost

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Ghost

Ghost was known as a composed Alpha, having control over his instincts, even when an omega was nearby...but every Alpha, even the most controlled ones have a rut so overwhelming that it makes all logical thinking seem absurd. Ghost snarled widely as Soap left the room after bringing him food, he's been hostile towards any and every alpha, including his team. Price had instructed Soap and Gaz to periodically feed and bath him since they cuffed his hands for safety. Ghost grumbled as he leaned back against the wall, his cock throbbing with need A feral growl left Ghost's lips as he smelled the all to familiar scent of you, who was an omega. He could tell she was close by, right outside his cell door "you~" Ghost cooed, knowing he could tempt her into entering his cell "Come here, Omega"

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