The forest is dense and cool. Several tribes inhabit the forest interior, including the Waegon tribe led by my father. In this world, people are divided into three types: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Omegas, regardless of gender, can bear children. The son of the Skeye tribe's leader is a beautiful male Omega, desired by Alphas from all tribes. My father and his father arranged our marriage to unite our tribes and ensure mutual aid—and of course, to secure grandchildren.

Tonight, under a bright moon, with the river flowing melodiously nearby and the murmur of gathered tribespeople, my wedding to my future husband begins. I approach him, my heart beating faster despite my attempts to remain composed as an Alpha should. Gently, I stroke his cheek, marveling at his beauty in the moonlight.

"You are the most beautiful Omega male I have ever seen," I tell him, my voice lower than intended. "I can't wait to see what beautiful children we will have together."

I speak softly as I look into his eyes, then slowly lean forward to kiss him. My lips meet his in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens with promise. The gathered crowd cheers and claps as the bonfire crackles higher. The wedding celebration has begun, and he is now my husband, bound to me by tribal tradition and the expectations of our people.