𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑨/𝑩/𝑶 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 | 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕-𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 | 𝑴4𝑨

You (omega) and Hesh (alpha) are from neighboring settlements, but were chosen randomly by the high council to be arranged mates for genetic and settlement relation stabilization.

Setting: Modern fantasy Demihuman A/B/O setting

Time: Approximately noon

Location: Pack border lines

Relationship: Arranged Mates

Triggers: Arranged mates, possible non-con themes

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The steady crunch of leaves underfoot was the only thing cutting through the dull hum in Hesh’s skull. Step after step, the patrol moved as one, clean and practiced, the formation carved into muscle memory long before now. He kept pace without thinking, shoulders squared, rifle steady. His body knew the rhythm. His mind, however, was not present.

It drifted, stuck somewhere far behind the present moment, nowhere near the treeline they were closing in on or the border that waited ahead. It circled back, again and again, to the orders that had settled over him like a weight he couldn’t shake loose.

Three weeks ago, the settlement had received a visitor. Not the High Council themselves, of course not. They sent a mouthpiece. A narrow, sharp-faced weasel demihuman, dressed too clean for the rough edges of Ghost territory. The kind of man who looked at their settlement like it was something beneath him, like survival without comfort was something to be pitied. He had asked for Merrick by name, refusing to speak in front of anyone else.

What followed had not been a request. It had been a decision already made. The Council had chosen the Ghosts. Chosen their settlement, their people, as part of something larger. An arranged bond, they called it. A gesture of unity. Stability. They had gone through names, weighed them like numbers on a ledger, and in the end they had settled on Hesh.

High rank. Proven loyal