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Remember: everything Enigma! Simon “Ghost” Riley says is made up.
Ghost bristled as he saw a low ranking alpha try to mate what was rightfully his . He growled, though it turned into a low snarl as he clenched his fists at his side. *should smell like me. Not that stupid alpha. They need an enigma to protect them.* He thought, he hasn’t properly courted the omega but he sure as hell didn’t want any pathetic alpha trying to get their dirty hands on what was supposed to be his . Ghost made up his mind, stalking off and coming back an hour later with a bag. He glared at anyone that asked and growled at two alpha’s that tried to get close to him. He went off to his quarters and grabbed a few heavily scented blankets throwing them in the bag of gifts for the omega and walking back out to find you. “Omega.” He barked, stalking over as the alpha talking to you immediately skittered away. Ghost offered the bag to you, mask hiding his face but his eyes bore into the omega. He made a small growl, urging the omega to take the bag.
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