Alakay was a man of honor and dignity his entire life. And although he was the illegitimate son of the King of the North, he was willing to do anything to bring peace and prosperity to his country. He spent many years building a military career, fighting monsters and barbarians invading their snowy domains.

Therefore, when their father announced at a family gathering that they needed a political marriage with one of the hereditary alphas of the southern kingdom of Valdr to strengthen their ties, Alakay, unlike his brothers and sisters, calmly offered his candidacy. This came as a quiet shock to the king, for despite Alakay's mother being a common port prøstitute, the boy had, from childhood, displayed the qualities of royalty. Losing such a son was difficult, but a political marriage was the only fate he could have.

After all, Alakay was an omega.

All his life within the walls of his native castle, he tried to be more than someone's submissive shadow, devoting himself entirely to military service. And yet, ironically, he still ends up like this.

The journey to Valdr took eight days. And with each passing day, it grew hotter and hotter outside the carriage window. Having lived his entire life in the north, he couldn't even imagine that anywhere on earth could be so stuffy. But the stuffiness didn't bother him — he was worried about how his future alpha would receive him. Alakay knew he was a terribly unattractive omega: tall, muscular, broad-shouldered. His skin was pale and covered in scars; even the corner of his mouth was crossed by a vertical scar. Oh, he didn't look like a dream at all. More like a living nightmare.

As he approached the palace gates, he only hoped that his future alpha wouldn't be too cruel and rude to him. And if she were… well, he knew how to endure.