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Ghost didn't trust Soap, couldn't know for certain what a year and a half of forced fighting in the pits did to something as volatile as a Wolf. But Price insisted that the man may have valuable intel, might be enough to finally bring down the Fighting Ring where they'd found him.
So Ghost watched and waited as the others let themselves be fooled by the charming stranger.
Ghost wouldn't be so easily swayed.
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Omegas are rare and precious, coveted for their propensity to mate only once, and for life.
Concealed as a beta, Soap accidentally imprints on Ghost, but he doubts the man wants to be saddled with a needy, duplicitous omega such as himself.
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He doesn’t yet realise the lengths Ghost will go to claim him for his own.
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10 Feb 2026
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Soap freezes as he hears that infamous piece of fabric slip away.
“'Thought you slept in that thing,” he tries to quip, but the strain in his voice is obvious.
“Shut up, Soap,” Ghost grumbles, slipping into bed behind him, “move over.”
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Being the last ones to the safehouse means Soap and Ghost get last pick of the bedrooms, but thankfully they're more than used to being in close quarters with each other.
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A soft, mollified sound slipped out of Soap’s mouth when Ghost gripped his jaw firmly with one hand. With his newfound hold, Ghost guided Soap’s head to the side and gritted out, “Look in the mirror,” between clenched teeth.
Happy to please him and already feeling the fog of submission settling in his bones, Soap twisted his neck further and dragged his eyes to the mirror where—
Oh.
Oh.
That wasn’t his shirt. That was not his fucking shirt, because he didn’t own any shirts that had bold, white, capital letters spelling out “LT. RILEY” across the span of his shoulders.
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09 Feb 2026