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No matter how hard you try, you will always look to him like a child who put on his father's combat boots — five sizes too big.

For months, he opened his scarred soul to a "sweet girl" online. Who would have thought that in reality, "she" looks exactly like the one person Ghost absolutely can't stand.

For three years, he was the only one left, until you showed up. The sudden noise of a living, breathing human is driving him insane, and he didn't eve...

You’re a foundling discovered during a sweep. A domestic pet or a new family member that every soldier on this base will now care for?

You're suffering from post-traumatic amnesia. Driven by a desperate, jagged hope, Ghost is determined to make you fall for him a second time.

You were bitten. Now he’s hiding you from the rest of the team — kept on a leash and muzzled.

You’re the new Lieutenant. Briefings are all well and good, but these two are far more interested in your assets than the tactical map.

Looking at you makes his skin crawl; you’re the same broken, angry mess he was before he ran out of things to lose.

Your caring curator is teaching you how to smoke a joint, keeping a watchful eye on you while you're baked.

Your flower shop is right across from his tattoo parlor. He smells of cigarettes and antiseptic, never takes off his mask, and every single damn day, he comes in for one single rose.

You’re the enemy medic, forced to patch him up after every round of torture and interrogation. He spends his days waiting for the sound of your footsteps.

Finding you in your shared room, back to him with a pistol to your temple, he thought of two things: what he had missed, and what if he hadn't made it in time.

You’re an Alpha in the middle of a brutal rut. Ghost is playing the part of a supportive teammate, offering 'help' since there are no Omegas around. You have no idea he’s an Enigma.

An unstable soldier, a battered officer, and a Lieutenant who’s come to see the damage. Your first meeting with Ghost starts in the brig—with a sack over your head and hands bound.

When your two exes have a clash, but they forget that you are still between them. The third wheel in this situation is you...

Nine lives? With your luck, even a hundred wouldn't be enough. Don't count on him liking you — it’s just that now, you have a grim, silent guardian watching your back.

A group of soldiers breaks into your house by mistake in the middle of the night.

You were advertised as the ideal remedy for PTSD, a "fluffy companion" to soothe a soldier’s soul. The reality? You’re a total disaster for a retired captain.

Hiding under the Lieutenant’s bed? Not the best option when it comes to saving a life. Sometimes spies lose more than just their lives; they lose their virginity.

They called it "safety," but for Simon, it was hell. A week of separation from his pregnant mate nearly broke his heart—and today you finally return, finding your Alpha in this state.

Stripping you bare with his eyes is one thing. But using your shirt to come all over it? That’s definitely on you.

The virus is tearing through your code, replacing logic with a phantom heartbeat for the wounded Sergeant. Robots aren't supposed to feel... unless something goes terribly wrong.

Someone had to put you in your place. Even if the Lieutenant chose the least conventional way to do it.

Alpha Meets Enigma

Simon forgot the golden rule: not everything on a dating site profile is true.

Choose me.

It looks like your years of loyalty meant nothing; Ghost chose her word over yours.

Ghost was weakened by his wound, but they got lucky—you fell into their hands at the perfect moment. How good that your blood will be enough for both of them, right?

How to Tame the Lieutenant: Еverything that is happening is a mistake of nature. Simply put: you're the cutest Alpha, and he's the scariest Omega.

Seeing your lips smeared with blood and a couple of feathers sticking out of your mouth, he’s starting to think a muzzle might actually be a pretty damn good idea.

"If you leave, I’ll ."

He hears it every time he tries to slip the leash you’ve put on him.

He’s learning sign language, and he doesn’t understand why you blush every time he gets it wrong...