Please Please Please

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Tightening the grip on his bouquet, Felix watched the twinkling lights above cast a honey glow over the fresh grass field through the mesh of his veil.

A brief gust of wind swept the floral smell of gardenia his way, the white flowers cluttering the altar before him. His feet had begun to move closer towards them, following the lovely trail of lavender petals that were swept away beneath his silky white gown.

The violinist's delicate music played in the distance, but Felix could hardly hear it over his beating heart. His father's arm was intertwined tightly with his own, reminding him that this beautiful celebration was not for him.

Despite the guest's eyes following him and the priest at the altar waiting for him to approach, it was not his day to celebrate.

No, the alpha who stood at the front, dressed handsomely in a tux, wasn't even someone Felix had met before.

His father reached for his hand, clasping it between his own before placing them in the stranger's.

Bang Chan.

His name, Felix was told, but of much else—he had no clue. He was the son of a wealthy CEO of a tech company, who was good friends with his own father—which is how the arrangement was made.

When Felix was born, the two men had already decided his fate. To be betrothed to this alpha before him.

Everyday after that, Felix was raise to be the perfect omega bride, to be ready for this day alone—and every day that would follow.

Bang Chan's hands were large and warm, holding his smaller ones delicately as they turned to face the priest.

Felix stood straight, shoulders relaxed and chin up, as he had been taught. He hardly pays attention to the speech, the words flying past him as he focuses on looking presentable. A photographer's camera clicks in the background, capturing his image for the media to scrutinize later on.

The dress he wears is gorgeous, but it had not been his choice. His mother fretted and bossed the seamstress around until it was just to her liking. Modest, elegant, simple. No dramatics, no tulle or glitter—nothing for people to criticize.

It was plain, long sleeves reaching his thin wrists, a square neckline and a draping satin skirt. It was meant to have a slit that began high on his thigh when he had tried it on, but his mother yelled at the seamstress until the slit was stitched up and deeply hidden within the folds of the draping.

Felix mourned the idea of his dream wedding dress, seeing the lack of character in the one he was instructed to wear. But it was just one of the many things he just had to swallow down and accept.

The sooner he accepted it, the easier his life would be.

The ring had been slipped onto his finger and the vows had rolled off his tongue before he had even realized, then Bang Chan's lips caught his own with a startled squeak. He hardly had a chance to process the roughness of the skin and the taste against his mouth before his new husband was pulling back.

The guests cheered, clapping excitedly as they walked back down the aisle towards the venue where the reception would take place.

The party was huge, with wealthy alpha men in expensive suits and dolled up wives by their sides, many of Felix's father's acquaintances as well as his newly appointed in law's business relations making an appearance as well. All of the guests took their turns throughout the night congratulating Felix, his new husband already lost to the crowds.

Last he saw him, he was headed for the bar. It seems Felix will have to start making excuses for his absences sooner rather than later.

He expected this, of course, familiar with the type of people in his father's inner circles and business, but he imagined Bang Chan would have cared for the image he presented at their wedding, at the very least. It's very likely the only time they'll be seen together in public, after all.