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Mated....Bonded to an omega.... This was what his life was going to become. His father’s voice was nothing but a low buzz in the back of his mind as his thoughts raged on. He would have to bond with an omega, and soon.
“Zayn!” The sharpness in his father’s voice finally broke into him. The young alpha peered over at his father that sat at the head of the table. The onlookers surrounding the table also followed his gaze.
“Did you hear what I said, son?” The older man asked, staring down at his son. The boy nodded partially, looking down at the grainy oak of the table.
“Then you understand the severity of it. You must be mated to an omega by your eighteenth birthday or else you will not be able to take the crown. And all these years of training will have gone to waste.” The king muttered at the end, shaking his head disdainfully. The boy’s ocher eyes snapped back to the king, seeming to harden with determination.
“There will be no problem father, that I promise you.” The young alpha snapped out, glaring at his father. The king stared back at his son before nodding.
“You have six months to find an omega.” The king said before moving on to other matters. Zayn internally rolled his eyes, like he didn’t know how long he had. Of course he knew when his birthday was. The more that Zayn thought about it, the smaller amount of time six months actually was. He would have to find the perfect life partner in a matter of months and be bonded by the sixth. He didn’t want to get just any old omega off the streets down in the market; no, he wanted to find the omega that was specifically made for him. And to do that in under six months, was going to be damn near impossible.
“Zayn. Are you alright?” The soft voice of his mother broke his thoughts. He mentally shook his head and took in the empty room around him. His mother stood beside his chair, a delicate hand set on his shoulder. Her dark brown eyes glittering in concern.
“Yea, Mum. I’m fine. Just thinking.” He mumbled, standing up. A sad smile curled her lips.
“Everything’ll work out, love. It always does.” She reassures, patting his cheek before moving to exit the room. He sighed as he followed her out, hoping his mother was right.