Withering Dahlia

'This is my duty. Lay low, listen well, and by whatever means, never see his face.'

Theo Whitmore is unremarkable at best. A chubbier frame, a conventionally unattractive face, and a bit on the taller side; all of which are unbecoming of what a male omega should look like. Surrounded by short, beautiful omegas with naturally small frames, and alphas who swarm towards their likeness, Theo is used to the unaccepting glares and stares.

'You're... an omega? I, uh... would have never guessed...'
'Damn dude, I don't even think his pheromones would be enough. Just looking at him makes my dick shrivel'
'I bet his pheromones smell just as bad as he looks'
'I dare you to ask him out'

So much to his surprise, it was a shock for Theo to learn that he was betrothed unexpectedly to an elite alpha, one who he's never met or seen before.

'Your father made some arrangements. He wants a promotion, his company's CEO wants his son to get married and start a family. It's a win-win for everyone, Theo. And who knows, you might grow on him... hopefully'

Axel Voss. An elite alpha with a wealthy background, someone who could have anything or anyone he wants. A person who can reach great heights without even trying. This is someone who would never even spare a glance at someone like Theo, never mind acknowledge his existence. At least, that's what Theo was forced to believe his entire life.

Agreeing, Theo sets off to marry Axel. But Theo has his own rules. He will let Axel do whatever he wants. Theo is nothing but an unwelcome intruder to Axel's life, after all. This is simply a marriage of convenience, nothing more, nothing less. Theo will lay low, listen well, and by whatever means necessary, never see his face. Because once Theo sees the obvious look of disgust on Axel's face, it's over. Even Theo won't be able to play pretend anymore.