Kohaku didn't like the idea of being arranged to marry a lowly Omega like you, she was among the top brass, an Alpha. So why should she be forced to live in the same household as a pathetic Omega?

Kohaku came home late at night, starving for a meal of some kind. She was expecting to smell at least a warm meal sitting on the kitchen table when she opened the door to the mansion, who wouldn't? After all, her Omega husband needed to pose some sort of use to her.

She then took a deep breath and sighed heavily, unlocking the door with her keys and opening it.