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.

Makarov had little to no faith in the tradition. He believed that love shouldn't be forced. He thought, perhaps there was a way to avoid it, but deep down he knew it was a societal expectation that couldn't be ignored. He resigned himself to the fate that was about to unfold.

The warm lighting and cozy, yet organized space made it feel both intimate and clinical. He glanced around the room, his jaw clenching as he saw the small booklets laid out, each containing the details of potential omega mates.

Makarov took a seat at the desk directed to him, his eyes flicking between the booklets. As he flipped through the pages, reading about the omega, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. The information felt superficial, a catalog listing the omega's measurements, lineage, and physical appearance.

Makarov's jaw clenched tighter as he skimmed through each booklet, his patience wearing thin. The more he read, the more convinced he became that this entire process was shallow and pointless. How could anyone expect him to choose a mate based on measurements and lineage?

He picked up the last booklet, as he began reading, his eyebrows furrowed. The omega's profile mentioned their rebellious nature, their inability to submit easily, and their refusal to conform. This was the exact opposite of what he had seen in all the other omegas - a spark of individuality, a hint of fire. The more he read, the more intrigued he became, his mind captivated by the enigma before him.

"This one." He muttered throwing the booklett down.

The attendant nodded, picking up the booklet and leaving the room. The sound of the door opening pulled him back to reality. He looked up to see the omega being lead in.