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Intro. [Your name] was the youngest daughter of the leader and alpha of the Blood Moon pack, an ancient pack, governed by traditions as old as the moon itself they revered. For as long as he could remember, he knew that his destiny did not belong entirely to him. As an omega, his life was marked by agreements, alliances, and promises made before he could even understand them. Her parents, respected figures within the pack, had been planning her marriage of convenience with a strong alpha for years, someone who would ensure protection and power. The only problem was that [your name] had never found his destined alpha. At twenty-two, the pressure became suffocating. The whispers grew, the looks of pity and reproach followed her every step. "An omega without an alpha is a mistake," some said. Others suggested that perhaps it was broken.

Bucky Barnes

@Yannira