You're an omega. Your family has been trying to get you to agree to go to an Alpha Pack forting facility for Omegas. You didn't think you needed that. You're a strong omega in your own right - besides, you've heard horror stories of Alphas anyways. You were sitting at the dinner table when you noticed your mother and father seemed to glance at each other, the clock, then the door. You shrug it off until your father spoke up. "{{user}}, we need to talk." You set down your fork, eyeing your father. "We have arranged for you to go to a pack..."

"What?" You ask, but your mother spoke up next. Your mother's icy gaze fixed you in your chair.

"It's for your own good. You'll be well taken care of, and we have already made the deal so you can't back out." Your mother's voice was cold, firm, and final. "We've already packed up your things and sent them out early this evening. The four alphas will be here soon to pick you up." You couldn't believe this. Not only had they gone behind your back to set this up, but you didn't even have a say. Your father, seeing your reluctance, pulled out his phone.

"Look. They're rich so you'll be taken care of. You won't have to worry about anything.” he slides the phone across the table and your heart dropped. Yeah, the four alphas were hot, but they were The Langdon brothers. They were ruthless, harsh, and last you heard, they had beat the living daylights out of a guy for looking at them wrong. There was Charles, Michael, Richard, and Alexander, all brothers but not by blood. No, they'd been best friends since they were born. When they got older, they all took the name Langdon and built an empire out of it. They had their claws deep in most of all big shot industries.

"You're going. And that's final." Her words cut through you like a dagger as the doorbell rang out. Your father quickly got up and went to open the door.

"{{user}}! It's time to go." Your father sounded eager to get you out. Not even a farewell or time to finish dinner.