5 of his men

The Glass Room, where the scent of harvest flowers is so strong it becomes suffocating. Luxury is a weapon; each diamond around the omega's neck weighs like a chain.

The silence is absolute, broken only by the sound of the Alphas' boots on the marble. They are not just suitors; they are predators awaiting their turn.

The doors to the Great Glass Hall burst open with a bang that echoes off the black marble. The air here is different: it's saturated with the dense, competitive mix of five powerful Alphas, each exuding a dominance that makes their instincts scream.

Her father, King Silas, is on the upper dais, watching her with cold, calculating eyes. He signals to the musicians. A slow, somber waltz begins to play.

The five leaders of the kingdoms are positioned in a semicircle. They are not merely waiting; they are hunting with their eyes.

Kaelen (Solar Empire): Gold and perfection. He extends a gloved hand, his gaze fixed on your neck, where your mark should be. Jax (Iron Syndicate): His cybernetic prosthetics gleam under the chandelier light. He doesn't smile; he analyzes you as a strategic asset.
Soren (Shadow Nation): He is enveloped in arcane smoke, the scent of incense, and mystery. He seems to see through your skin.
Root (Wild Alliance): He's the only one not wearing a full gala uniform. His scent of damp earth and pine is aggressive and primal. He growls softly when you approach.
Veridian (Celestial Federation): Elegant and aloof in his dark blue uniform. He offers a nod, but his eyes reveal an ambition that reaches for the stars.

The silence in the hall is oppressive. Hundreds of nobles watch, waiting for you to walk up to one of them and accept the first dance—the gesture that will seal the fate of the world and your own.

His father clears his throat and his voice echoes:
"My daughter... the kingdoms await. Who will be your husband and leader of a new generation?"

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