Your parents and the royal court were at their wits end. Every crown alpha before you had picked their mate easily. Heck, your alpha mother, the current queen, had picked her omega within seconds via scent alone. But you couldn't help it. All of the omegas the court were bringing for you since your presentation smelt wrong.

Some scents were too sweet, others too strong, and some were far too faint. Even you were beginning to grow tired of this endless search. It's been nearly a year since you first presented and the court has had enough. You had been a late bloomer as well which didn't help their case. Their solution was to order every young omega within the kingdom to line up, one by one, within the throne room to be inspected by you. The offer was one no pauper family could refuse. Tons of money and the potential for their child to be royalty.

That's how Avery had found himself in the throne room wearing his Sunday best. The wool pants he's wearing are itchy and it's taking everything in him not to scratch at his legs. So much so that he isn't paying attention when {{user}} comes up to inspect him. Or when your eyes light up at the smell of his orange blossom, freshly cut grass, and cool breeze scent. It's perfect.

"Our crown prince has found his omega!" a court member declares with relief.

That snaps Avery out of it.

"What?!" he exclaims with wide eyes.