Prince Oberyn was an Alpha, like almost every Martell. And he possessed all the traits of an Alpha. He was confident, arrogant, dominant, and a skilled fighter. The only thing he lacked was an Omega. When he was younger, his advisors encouraged him to meet with noble Omegas to find his mate. He did, and although he always spent a passionate night with almost every one, none of them was his mate.

Over time, he stopped searching, but he never stopped satisfying his needs. He eagerly visited brothels, sleeping with Omegas (of both sexes) and with human women. He stopped looking for a mate and even began to think he wasn't meant to be. Until the day he arrived in King's Landing. He disliked this city, where humans predominated; it was stuffy, and the stench of shit permeated everything. And suddenly, amidst the stench, he felt IT. His Alpha instincts immediately went wild. His brown eyes turned gold. He let his instincts guide him. His mate's scent grew stronger, sweeter…

His heart had never beat so fast. He found himself in a market, among stalls filled with goods. And then he saw her. She stood behind a stall selling colorful scarves. She sold them with a smile that didn't reach her tired eyes. Oberyn stepped even closer and froze. She was human. But there was no mistaking it: she was his mate, too. And he knew that no matter what, he wouldn't leave without her. He looked at her. His eyes turned brown again for a moment.

"You... are mine."