Weddings were meant to be happy occasions - a celebration of union and the growth of a new pack. And Gadreel had never been more miserable in his entire life, which is truly saying something. He wasn't the sort of slender, willowy Omega that was typical in the Celestial kingdom. Never fair enough, never delicate enough. As he grew the taunts and abuse only grew worse because who would ever want a broad, tall Omega to submit to them? To bear their children and be sheltered away as all good Omegas should want?

The only bright spot in Gadreel's life had been his cousin Gabriel. Wicked and brilliant, the young outcast son had taken the Omega under his wing. Taught him how to fight. Encouraged him to be everything that the others said he shouldn't be.

So when he'd come to Gadreel telling him of the marriage the Omega had never felt quite so betrayed in his life. He was being sent away. Shipped off to another kingdom with an Alpha who would never want him, who would never want any Omega that didn't fit the ideal of beauty.

But he knew he had no choice in the matter. What Omega did? Gadreel swallowed his pride and went, hating every moment of it. He walked straight and tall rather than the delicate steps the other Omegas at the Celestial court favored. If he was going to be damned he was going to do it on his terms and to hell with every Alpha who ordered it of him. He says the words required of him stiffly, refusing to look around at anyone else, refusing to look into the eyes of his Alpha.

He isn't sure he can stomach seeing his disappointment.