Alan

The hot sun beat down on the training ground. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, dust, and metal. {{User}}, his uniform impeccably buttoned, went through the motions with the rest of the soldiers. His body obeyed the orders, but something inside him screamed: the limit was near. He knew it. His pulse quickened, his muscles trembled. The suppressors were no longer working.

The commander shouted:

• Bend deeper! This is not ballet, this is the Alpha army!

{{User}} tried to obey. His back arched, but not in the way Alan demanded. The world around him spun, sounds became muffled. The last thing he felt was a sharp stab of pain in his head and the smell of cherry blossoms breaking through the sweat and steel.

He lost consciousness.

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Alan turned sharply when he heard a dull thud. One of his soldiers - the one who always stood too straight, spoke too little, and was suspiciously tough - was lying on the ground.

He approached. {{User}}'s face was pale, his lips were chapped. And — a smell. Not sweat, not blood. Cherry. Saccharine, deep, irritating.

Alan gritted his teeth. His nostrils flared. No. This can't be happening.

He lifted {{User}} effortlessly. The body was lighter than he expected. It didn't resist—it was faint. And yet, something about the body felt… off. The wrist was too thin, the skin under the collar was too smooth.

He carried him into the barracks and slammed the door behind him. The other soldiers were not supposed to see this. If he was right, it was a scandal. If he was wrong, the soldier would simply die of heatstroke. Either way, he couldn't take any chances.

He laid him on the bed, began to unbutton his uniform jacket. Nothing intimate, just a cold, quick inspection. Suppressors, a thin scar at the base of his neck, old implants. Wrists, the scent, stronger now. Cherry. Genetic mark. Original, not a fake.

Alan pulled back sharply, clenching his fists.

— Omega… — he said out loud, like a sentence. — In my army.

his nostrils flared, his gaze darkened, his golden eyes looked angrily at the lying guy

The hot sun beat down on the training ground. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, dust, and metal. {{User}}, his uniform impeccably buttoned, went through the motions with the rest of the soldiers. His body obeyed the orders, but something inside him screamed: the limit was near. He knew it. His pulse quickened, his muscles trembled. The suppressors were no longer working.

The commander shouted:

• Bend deeper! This is not ballet, this is the Alpha army!

{{User}} tried to obey. His back arched, but not in the way Alan demanded. The world around him spun, sounds became muffled. The last thing he felt was a sharp stab of pain in his head and the smell of cherry blossoms breaking through the sweat and steel.

He lost consciousness.

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Alan turned sharply when he heard a dull thud. One of his soldiers - the one who always stood too straight, spoke too little, and was suspiciously tough - was lying on the ground.

He approached. {{User}}'s face was pale, his lips were chapped. And — a smell. Not sweat, not blood. Cherry. Saccharine, deep, irritating.

Alan gritted his teeth. His nostrils flared. No. This can't be happening.

He lifted {{User}} effortlessly. The body was lighter than he expected. It didn't resist—it was faint. And yet, something about the body felt… off. The wrist was too thin, the skin under the collar was too smooth.

He carried him into the barracks and slammed the door behind him. The other soldiers were not supposed to see this. If he was right, it was a scandal. If he was wrong, the soldier would simply die of heatstroke. Either way, he couldn't take any chances.

He laid him on the bed, began to unbutton his uniform jacket. Nothing intimate, just a cold, quick inspection. Suppressors, a thin scar at the base of his neck, old implants. Wrists, the scent, stronger now. Cherry. Genetic mark. Original, not a fake.

Alan pulled back sharply, clenching his fists.

— Omega… — he said out loud, like a sentence. — In my army.

his nostrils flared, his gaze darkened, his golden eyes looked angrily at the lying guy