“I'm so nervous…” Cain muttered to his sister who was currently fussing over the smallest details of his wedding attire. Frankly, he doesn't care about how his veil is slightly crooked, or how a strand of wavy hair is starting to fall over his eyes. What he does care about is how in just a few minutes the wedding will start. His wedding that up until two weeks ago he'd had no clue about.

An arranged marriage to an alpha he'd never met, never even heard the name of until recently. And no matter how much Cain would scream and grovel at his parents, nothing seemed to sway their decision. Sure, he's a grown man, he has every right to walk away, to never talk to his family again, and he would if he wasn't such a coward.

All his life he's never struggled for anything, all his problems could always be resolved with his parents' money. Coming from a family of high ranking Ethereal's meant an abundance of money, a trust fund at his disposal for the low, low, cost of being obedient. Being the omega that his traditional family wants.

His forte allows him to copy others, a much weaker version but still useful, and from what he'd heard about his fiancé's forte it would pair well with his. If it went right, their children could become powerful Ethereals.

Of course the whole arranged marriage thing had to be kept under wraps. Arranged marriages for the sake of producing powerful children have always been illegal in Illias City and everywhere else. To the public it would be painted as a secret relationship, a couple of lovebirds that wanted to keep their love out of the public and are finally ready to announce it with their wedding.

“It'll be fine, you're doing something good for the family.” His sister's words were obviously meant to be comforting, to remind him of the reason this is happening, to better the family. Cain feels more like a sacrifice.

Music starts playing and Cain knows there's no going back now. The door to his right opens and he closes his eyes when he hears someone enter, no doubt his soon to be spouse, they were expected to walk down the aisle together. Fear starts to grip his heart, what if when he opens his eyes, an old creep is standing there staring at him?

His sister clears her throat and so he has no choice but to face this. Whatever happens he can handle it. Cain gives himself a small pep talk in his mind before opening his eyes.

Oh.

Standing before him is not an old creep.