I stopped to stare at the captain, who put my file away. He glanced at me. He must’ve seen the shock on my face since he snorted in amusement.

“You heard me right,” he said, standing up. “You’ll be joining my group.”

“Yes, sir,” I hurried to say, a mad relief washing over me. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re fine with this, commander?” he turned to Stoll, and my heart dropped.

He wasn’t going to ruin this for me now…?

“Sure, sure,” the commander said, but I didn’t believe the sincerity in his voice.

“Thank you. Is he free to come with me right now? I’m going to be busy next week so I’d like to get him settled during the weekend.”

I nearly sighed in relief at the captain’s words. I didn’t want to spend another second alone with Stoll. He was angry that I got accepted into one of the teams. He did his best not to show it, but I knew he was pissed. I feared he wouldn’t let me go just yet. I assumed he would find an excuse to keep me with him for days so he could try to crush me and my will again. He wanted to punish me, and he’d be thorough with it.

He’d break me for good.

“Sure. Why not?” he finally said, crossing arms over his chest, faking a smile. 

“Great. I’m assuming we’re free to go?” the captain asked.

“Certainly,” Stoll said, standing up, shooting a freezing glance at me. “Congratulations, Steele. You’re the first omega to get into my unit in years. Don’t disappoint me now.”

“I won’t, sir,” I said, faking politeness.

I didn’t trust any of it. A sudden thought occurred to me. What if I was walking away from a dangerous wolf, only to end up with a savage lion? I peered at my brand-new captain. He looked like a buffed soccer dad. Mustache and beard, short hair, brown eyes. Six foot three or four. Around late forties or early fifties. Could he be just like Stoll, or worse?

I’d not forgotten Stoll’s words. That I’d be used as a sex toy in this base. I shivered at the thought, the little joy I’d felt just now already fading.

At least this captain looked at me like I was another human being, not dirt under his boots or a hole to breed in boredom. Even the omega in me was carefully studying him and his body language. He reminded us both of Captain Fernard, the man who had treated us with kindness.

This new captain noticed me watching him, and gave me a friendly smile.

“Let’s go grab your stuff, so we can get you settled right away,” he said. “I’m assuming you don’t mind coming with me?”

“Not at all, sir,” I replied – I was much rather taking my chances with him than staying with Stoll a second longer.

“Good,” he said, turned to tell Commander Stoll goodbye, then pushed me out of the door. 

Once the door was closed, and we’d made our way halfway down the hallway, he suddenly stopped me.

“I completely forgot. I’m Tom Hale,” he said, offering his hand.

“Riley Steele, sir. But… you already knew that,” I said, suddenly feeling awkward. I never felt awkward. “You don’t understand how grateful I am you’re giving me this chance, sir.”

“If you’re even half as impressive as your file wants me to believe, I’ll be the grateful one,” he said, gesturing for me to keep walking. “So. Five years in the army?”

“Yes, sir.”

He asked a few more questions about me and my training while we headed out, but once we stepped outside, he changed the subject.

“I’m fairly certain my men will not act like little shits about having an omega on the team, but I’ll sort them out if they do. They know better than that,” he told me.

“It’s fine, sir. I’m…”

“…used to it?”

I glanced at him. “It’s fine, sir,” I repeated.

He nodded. “You’ve been staying with your old unit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“All right. My car is around the corner,” he said, gesturing for me to follow him.

Before I did, I glanced over my shoulder, feeling Commander Stoll’s eyes on me, even though I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t believe I’d slipped away from him that easily. If this captain hadn’t taken me with him, I’d be drilled on the meeting table at that very moment. Drilled and humiliated and broken.

“Do you prefer Steele or Riley?” the captain asked, gaining my attention back.

“Both are fine, sir. I was also called Rook back in my old unit.”

“Rook, like in chess?”

“Like the bird, sir.”

“Rook is a valuable pawn on the board. Did you know that?” he asked as we sat in his jeep.

“I don’t play chess, sir,” I said, getting a little uncomfortable being left alone with him in the car.

But better this than with Stoll.

“Hmm. Bird it is then. I’m curious to know why,” he said, starting the car.

“My stealth armor has a cloak. Apparently I look like a black bird with it,” I explained. “Not an interesting story.”

“You have stealth armor?” he asked, glancing at me. “That’s quite expensive.”

“Courtesy of my previous captain,” I said.

Captain Hale was silent for a moment, giving me curious looks as he drove. I stole a few glimpses of him as well, trying to read him. My omega was… surprisingly curious about this man. And I had to admit, so was I. I still wasn’t getting any bad vibes from him.  

Maybe I could…?

No… I had to be careful. 

We reached the barracks of my old unit, and he pulled up at the main entrance.

“Your stuff is here, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

The captain stayed seated, however. Again, he glanced at me.

“It’s been a while since I had an omega on my team, but I know your captain, and if he says you’re worth it, I trust him,” he told me, then flashed a smile at me. “And I can already tell you’re a crazy son of a bitch out there in the battlefield, and it so happens that I collect crazy sons of bitches. You’ll fit right in.”

I was never going to fit in, but hearing him say that was encouraging. He exited the car while I stared after him. He seemed so friendly… Just like my old captain. After everything I’d been through, after the abuse, and especially after what Stoll had done to me…

Was I already so broken that a few kind words were enough to win me over?

But who could blame me? I trusted my old captain. I knew I could trust him. He was one of the few things that had kept me sane in the army. This man reminded me so much of him. Besides, I’d lived with alphas long enough to tell the absolute shitheads apart from the decent ones. And on top of that, my omega seemed calm around him, and it was the one with better instincts.

I hurried to follow Captain Hale to the main entrance and showed him the rest of the way to where my bunk was. The room was thankfully empty, so I went to grab my already packed bag from under my bed, then emptied my locker into another one. Captain Hale watched me by the door, and for a brief moment, the thought of us alone in an empty room at the back of the barracks where no one would come to my rescue… But Hale seemed mostly curious about my belongings. I assumed he was trying to spot my stealth armor.

“I’m ready,” I told him, returning to him.

He took the heavier bag from me, nudging his head so I’d follow him. “You’re not going to miss sharing the room with nine other guys, are you?”

“No, sir,” I agreed.

“You’re still going to have a roommate or two at our little headquarters, but it’s still better, right? We have ten guys, but there’s only five rooms, you see. Well, I guess there’s now eleven of us.”

“It’s still better than this,” I agreed.

He glanced at me, clearly thinking about something.

“Sir? Is there a problem?”

He chuckled lightly. “Sharp eyes, huh? Better keep that in mind. But no, no problems. Though I should probably warn you I’m planning on putting you with one of my guys who doesn’t have a partner yet. He’s… not going to like it. Lone wolves…”

“That sounds like a problem in my ears,” I said quietly.

“He’s a good guy. One of the best. But… Well, he’s not had a partner in a few years now. He’s refused to work with anyone, but that’s not really how this works,” he explained. “Everyone needs a partner in this line of work.”

I only nodded at his words. But I had a bad fucking feeling about this…

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