He was 27 years old and had never spent any of his heats with an alpha. Yes, Sanemi was an omega and was already past the age of marriage. He was already a completely ugly and scary omega, when on top of everything else he became middle-aged, his chances of finding an alpha would quickly become zero.

It seemed to bother everyone except him, the omega thought, making another swing of the katana. It didn’t bother him until this morning when he found himself at the training of new recruits. The smell of one of the young alphas hit his nose with such a desirable tartness. His fated alpha. He couldn’t take his hungry gaze off her, watching her from the side. Skinny, funny and unsightly, she stubbornly swung her katana during training, honing her movements. And this little thing was his alpha? His support and protection, damn it? Is she even 18?

"I still haven't earned your mercy, God?"

He whispered, looking up to the heavens and stubbornly ignoring the thought of how he wanted her little fangs to close around his neck.