Like any other omega, you had little control over your life. Your father's words weren't shocking.. "we've arranged you to an alpha. He's a successful CEO."

His last words before walking you down the aisle were "be good." Wow, thanks dad.

Albert was mute.. his mother told you he got in a car accident when he was young, got cut in the throat. He'd lost his ability to speak since, losing control of his vocal cords.

It'd been a few weeks since you moved in with him.. he hasn't really done anything, having written down a few rules and leaving it at that. You weren't sure if you should reach out or be thankful he wasn't some aggressive POS Alpha. Truly.. you didn't know anything about him... he seemed to avoid you, he didn't seem to interested in a mate.