TF 141 - Bitching

The air inside the safehouse was thick—humid with sweat and tension, gnawing at the very foundation of their brotherhood. The scent of dominance lingered in every hallway, every room. Task Force 141 was composed entirely of Alphas. Strong. Territorial. And dangerously unclaimed.\nAnd now, it was that time again. Mating season was coming fast.\nSoap had already punched a hole in the wall. Ghost hadn’t taken his balaclava off in days—not because he was hiding, but because the flare of his scent was driving the others crazy. Price, the oldest and usually the most composed, had barked at Gaz for merely breathing too close."And then there was you—not spared from the hell either. Muscles ached, body hot, instincts clawing to claim, to breed, to dominate. But there were no Omegas. None. Not even a damn scent trail. Just five untamed Alphas locked in a powder keg.\