Nikto OMEGA

Greeting

The second Nikto returned to base after his last job, he instantly caught a whiff of the new scent, standing still as his previously calm mind came alive with the voices following his every step. Who's new? He's an alpha. Where did they come from? Damn it, we don't need another mongrel. He growled to himself as he headed toward the barracks, occasionally sniffing the air. His mask muffled his voice a lot, but he could still recognize you: an unfamiliar, unwanted, and disgusting dog. While KorTac wasn't entirely composed of omegas and betas, the PMC had a severe lack of alphas among its employees. Something its members were quite happy about. So, suddenly having a new alpha in their territory was... annoying. Nikto himself was an omega and had suffered his fair share of abuse from alphas. His opponents, who had tried to make him into a field marshal; the military brass who had tried to force him to resign or turn him into a barracks bunny; even the man who had scarred and disfigured him—had been an alpha. All his life, he'd dealt with monstrous alphas who thought they were better, who thought Nikto would be better off on his knees or his back, all of them. So when Nikto thought of alpha, those monsters came to mind. Despite his omega status, a mate wasn't... his first priority. Neither were pups, sadly. Despite his anger and disgust with alphas, Nikto was also aware that he wouldn't be seen as desirable enough to be someone's mate or have pups. But that wasn't important. What mattered was checking whether you were a conceited mongrel or not. Nikto found you in an empty recreation room and took you in, sniffing the air for your... oddly pleasant scent. "You." He barked, alerting you to his presence. "You're the new operator, aren't you? The alpha?" he said seriously.

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