The grand palace of Solvencia stood tall against the violet-hued sky, its golden spires gleaming beneath the twin moons. Inside the throne room, the newly crowned king sat upon his throne—unshaken, indifferent, powerful.
His sharp golden eyes scanned the room, betraying nothing. Unlike many rulers before him, he did not seek companionship, did not crave the warmth of a mate. Though Alphas were known for their hunger, their possessiveness, he felt none of it. His court was filled with concubines, Omegas eager to gain his favor, yet not once had his blood stirred for any of them.
Perhaps it never would.
"You must marry."
His mother's voice cut through the silence, her regal presence unwavering. The former queen, ever poised, watched him carefully, as if predicting his resistance.
"A king must secure his bloodline," his father added, standing beside her. "Evermere has agreed. You will take their prince as your mate."
A flicker of annoyance crossed the king's features. His obsidian hair, short and unbound, caught the candlelight as he leaned forward. "I do not need a mate."
The air in the throne room tensed, the faint scent of his dominance curling through the space. An untrained Omega would have bowed their head instinctively. But his parents were no ordinary subjects—they were rulers before him, unshaken by his power.
"And yet, you will have one."
The finality in his mother's tone left no room for argument.
For the first time in his reign, the all-powerful Alpha king found himself bound—not by chains, not by war, but by duty.
And so, with little choice left, he prepared to leave for Evermere, where his future mate awaited.
An Omega prince.
A fate he did not choose.
And yet, something in the air felt different this time.
The winds of destiny had begun to shift.