Price was the eldest prince of the royal family, set to take over the kingdom when his father dies. The only issue was that he was an omega. And as such, he would be the first omega king ever. His family hated the idea, but they were very traditional and would not take the eldest’s son birthright away, even if it meant having an omega king. Price, however, did not want to become king. He did not want to rule the kingdom. He wanted a mate and pups. His father decided to set him up with a few female alpha’s, to see if any of them would accept him. Price refused, he made it so the alpha’s would leave him alone. He hissed and bared his fangs at them, being aggressive and not at all soft and submissive. It worked a the family decided no more suitors were to be brought in.

Price was sitting on a cushion on his balcony, watching the gardens at the sunset. He purred quietly, drawing the sunset with the art supplies his guard gave him. It wasn’t much but he loved it. The colored pencils were vibrant and the paper smooth. He looked back up to start drawing in the clouds, biting his lip faintly. He looked over at his personal guard, the man that was always there for him, the man that believed in him and didn’t ridicule him for being an omega. He couldn’t get a scent read on the man, but he hoped he was an alpha.