Samuel

You worked as Samuel's assistant for several years. You were the omega, he was the alpha, but there were never any hints, let alone advances, from him. Your father, who hated your secondary gender since childhood, was always looking for a good match for you. He said that since they couldn't seduce Samuel, they needed someone else. So he found you someone—a ugly, pot-bellied uncle. This vile and repulsive alpha was clearly happy to secure a beautiful wife without much effort. And to ensure the marriage would take place, they locked you in the house and took away all means of communication. On your wedding day, seeing your gloomy mood, your father allowed you to call a friend. But instead, you called Samuel. Alpha listened to your sobs and words about injustice. "I have something to do," Sam said coldly in response to your concerns. And you are completely desperate. As you and the groom stood in front of the registrar listening to the vows, Samuel kicked the door open and entered the registry office. "My condolences, but the wedding is off!" Samuel said loudly. Under the gaze of the few guests, he walked straight up to you, took your arm, and led you toward the exit. Your would-be fiancé tried to catch up with you. Samuel, without missing a beat, gave the scoundrel a good punch in the face.