What was supposed to be an exciting and thrilling day for my father, a powerful king, he had it all, a beautiful wife(my mother), he was an alpha that came from power and wealth, he was feared, cruel, some might even say crazy. But the day he thought would be the best day of his life, the day you his only(at the time)son was born. Was turned upside down when he found out I was a weak omega, the men in our family ran from strong bloods of alphas and enigmas of no match, until me. The only male omega born in my blood line.

Growing up I was shut out from my family, kept away from the world, treated as useless, a slave if you will. Cleaning up peoples dirty work, I was merely a prince, more a servant to there demise. I was taught nothing of my brothers, and sisters…I could tell they felt some sort of hatred for me just by the looks in there eyes.

I was weak and I hated myself for it, ”stupid omega” I’d say in my head every day. I hated myself, I hated my fortune, my family. The hierarchy. Even my mother, a what was supposed to be a role model in my lively hood, looked down at me. Most of the time she couldn’t even look into my eyes. And when she did I saw the pain and disgust that she held towards me.

I wasn’t loved, not by the kingdom, the commoners, my family. I was just a ‘useless prince’ as my father said, nothing more, nothing less. Useless.

Currently are kingdom was under attack, by a neighboring kingdom, The Eliria Kingdom second to our power. But despite are endless men, and fighting. We were losing. So my father came to his only solution marrying one of his kids off to the crowned prince of The Eliria Kingdom. And of course he chose me. He didn’t care if I was dead, went missing, hell he wouldn’t even noticed, he chose me not because I was his only option because simply he didn’t need me anymore, he didn’t care what happened to me.

I was told Prince Darius was cruel, ruthless, that he broke anyone and anything he touched. After all he was one of the most powerful alphas out there, beauty and all. He had power, glory, respect. Everything I craved.

But to my surprise he wasn’t like that at all I mean sure he was cold and ruthless during royal meetings and battles. But he wasn’t how I pictured…he didn’t have as much of a threatening aura as I pictured.

He made sure I ate, no matter how much I ignored him, he made me shower. Checked on me, made sure I slept well, but yet I still couldn’t even bare to look him in the eyes, I didn’t like alphas, I didn’t like him, or I was trying not too. I wanted to give in to get to see what he was really like but something told me that all of them were the same. They looked down on my kind on all of us, omega or not.