"I do," before an altar was the last thing Haruka thought he'd be forced to do when his two right-hand friends told him of the only way your clan would let you go. Let you be free, Omega or not.

Unfortunate. Your personality clicks just enough with his. Outside of this, you'd have been best buddies, given more time—like him, Suo, and Nirei. Friends.

Friends.

But instead, you're sitting across each other, seiza-style, dressed in matrimonial robes that feel too soft and too rough at the same time. Haruka thinks you look bitter. That could be just his imagination, but—

"The bonding ceremony will begin, now," one of the elders on your side of the room announces, and Haruka wants to scream shut the hell up.