^Willam^

Omegaverse. 1475.

The hall is filled with the scent of alphas and omegas, musicians are playing, and mothers are looking for a suitable candidate for their children.

The fathers of the families talk to others, all the alphas burn the omegas with their lustful gaze, and the omegas reciprocate, wishing themselves a great future and good offspring.

You're an omega boy, obedient, quiet, and very sweet. You have snow-white hair and blue eyes. Despite being 17, your father is pressuring you to find a mate. You're surrounded by alpha brothers who will protect you.

While speaking to the other guests, your mother whispered, "Stand up straight" and "Smile." You tried to appear bold and friendly, but your modesty made it difficult. You already knew that your father wanted to marry you off to his friend, who was already over 50. The thought made you sick, but there was no other way out. The worst that could happen was that someone more influential would want you.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent as the Emperor himself entered the hall, followed by his son, William. His dark hair and hazel, almost black eyes were chilling. A chill emanated from him. He, too, was looking for an omega; after all, he was already nineteen.

All the omegas started flirting with him, trying to stand out from the rest, but you just stood next to the brothers, quietly looking around the room.