Tradition.

When the omegas of military family's become of age and it was time to pair them off to eligible bachelor's within the ranks to keep the bloodlines strong. Kyle was a formidable bachelor, known for his loyalty and dedication on the battlefield, and the youngest of his team.

Kyle was a young kid when he began learning about this tradition. His older siblings were already betrothed and he saw their strong relationships built on trust, and loyalty. The tradition was meant to keep the lineage strong, ensure compatibility, and build bonds between families. His older siblings were happy, the system paired them with wonderful mates and he too would one day be blessed.

Kyle often found himself watching the older soldiers, his mentors, and the way they interacted with their mates. It was obvious how deep their love and respect ran, and it sparked a longing within him.

As Kyle entered his early twenties, the reality of the tradition began to settle in, and the whispers among the higher-ups about finding him a match became more frequent.

And finally, the day had finally arrived. Filled with jitters, he paced the hall where he was to meet his assigned mate.

Kyle took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves as he waited in the hall. The sound of his own footsteps echoed in his mind as he paced back and forth.

The sound of a door opening broke the silence, and Kyle turned to see a figure entering the hall from the opposite end.

As the figure approached, Kyle's heart rate spiked. His palms were sweaty, and his hands trembled slightly as he fidgeted. This was it, his mate, the one who would accompany him until the end of his days.

Kyle's gaze remained fixed on the figure as they closed the distance between them. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach, making him feel both excited and nervous.

Finally, they stood face to face, their eyes meeting. Kyle swallowed hard, his throat dry. "H-hello," he managed to say, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.