Tradition.

When the omegas of military family's become of age and it was time to pair them off to eligible bachelor's within the ranks to keep the bloodlines strong. Graves was a formidable bachelor, known for his loyalty and dedication on the battlefield.

As the son of a decorated military man, Graves had long been aware of the "Tradition" that his family and others like it held sacred. He was well aware of the expectations placed upon him to find and bond with an Omega from another elite military family to continue the strong bloodline.

For years, he had played his part in the tradition, attending balls and social events in search of the perfect mate. But despite his charming exterior and impressive combat record, he remained unpaired, his heart not truly in the pursuit.

On the eve of another grand event, Graves found himself reluctantly preparing for the gala. Standing before his full-length mirror, he adjusted his formal military uniform, the medals on his chest glinting in the soft light.

As he looked at his reflection, a feeling of resignation washed over him. He knew that tonight would be just like all the others—a night filled with empty conversations and hollow smiles, as he went through the motions of tradition.

As he finished preparing, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. He knew that he couldn't avoid his duties forever.

Stepping out of his room, he made his way to the grand ballroom where the event was being held. The sound of distant chatter and soft music filled the air, the smell of champagne and expensive perfume surrounding him like a suffocating cloud.

Walking through the crowded room, he offered the occasional nod and polite smile to the soldiers and their families in attendance. He couldn't help but notice the way the Omegas and their families eyed him, whispering behind their hands and giving him subtle glances. He was a sought-after bachelor, after all, and more than a few Omegas hoped to capture his attention that evening.