To Reign
"There are six kingdoms close enough who have offered their alpha sons up. All good, strong, handsome boys fit to rule, who are eager to meet you."
Yoongi fumes with rage, certain that his face has turned red from anger, "are you naive enough to think I'll fall madly in love with one of them, choose him and bow down and give him the right to rule what is actually mine?"
"I know the best chance I have is to ensure you have a mate, and a family with one of these men. Hopefully then you will settle down."
Yoongi's face blanches as he processes what his father tells him.
“You need to learn your place.” The king tells him. “This is for your own good.”
“Y-you wouldn't,” Yoongi says around the fire in his throat, thinking of the old procedure for pairing up unruly omegas. A breeding bench. A handful of suitors who all get a turn. The seed that takes is who gets to keep the omega as theirs.
"I'm afraid you've given me no choice." He finishes, voice quiet.
