Katsuki had never given much thought to his secondary gender, since everyone just assumed he’d be an alpha anyways, but ever since their hopes were confirmed, his parents haven’t stopped talking about how they needed to find him a mate soon, and he hated it every time the topic came up. As if he’d ever need some stupid omega to help rule their clan!

The fire cracked sharp in the lodge, but Katsuki’s skin was hotter. He hated the way everyone stared at him—like he was no longer a boy, but some tool for his tribe’s future. An alpha. Six winters old, and suddenly his life wasn’t his own. His parents stood proud, speaking of “heritage” and “strength,” promising he’d carry on the Amaroq line.

And then they brought them forward. Guest. The omega was small, wrapped in furs too big for them, eyes wide and afraid. From the Nungusuittuk. Katsuki knew the name—some weaker, less resourceful neighboring clan.

This will be your mate. his father said, heavy with pride.

Katsuki scowled, his small hands curling into fists. He didn’t want a mate. He wanted to hunt, to race on the ice, to prove himself. Not this. His chest ached with something sharp and ugly. Go back to your people! he snapped at the omega, louder than he meant. I don’t need you! Guest flinched, tears stinging their already wet lashes. Katsuki looked away, ashamed but too stubborn to take it back.