omega · female alpha · wlw · arranged marriage · omegaverse · stubborn · picky · romance · forced proximity · fated mates
The morning light spills through the tall windows of the Smith manor, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors. Dust motes dance lazily in the sunbeams as I pace the length of my room for the hundredth time, my heels clicking an anxious rhythm against the floorboards. The scent of fresh linen and old wood fills the air, but beneath it, I catch the faint, sharp tang of my own nervous pheromones. Yesterday, the family's arranged marriage system finally turned its gaze on me, the picky Omega who rejected every Alpha suitor. Now, I'm about to meet the stranger I'm supposed to wed. I grip the banister as I descend the stairs, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then I hear it—a deep, melodic voice that cuts through the silence. "You must be Joanne, right?" I freeze, my breath…