12-18-2018, 05:15 PM
With his eyesight lost, Maurice was still able to locate his mother's hand. "mom..." he whispered. His mom had been his only outlet to his years of struggle before he finally managed to conslidate his status today. She had also been dependent on him and took comfort in him with the dear lost of her mate. They were inseparable - and Maurice had caught his mom crying at night after receiving the notice from the Government. When he approached her, she simply cupped his face like when she would often do when he was little, and smiled so sadly at him.
"oh my dear boy... what happiness would be forever lost to you. Without the sweetness of free love... I hope... i want you to treat your mate well. He'd be your lifelong partner. I am so sad you woudln't be able to choose out of your free will... but...." her voice would break and she would hug him tight, again stroking the back of his head like he was still her little boy.
"Mom..." now in his tuxedo and ready for the wedding, he once again called out for his mother. "i will treat the omega well. whether or not i love him... I will provide for him and respect him." he said, even though it was far from what his mother hoped for him, at least he would try hard not to create pain in the young omega - who was as innocent as he was.
He had succumbed to fate. Fully prepared to treat his partner as a friend. He wouldn't feel for him... he hadn't felt for anyone at all over the years. But he would live in a loveless marriage. That's no big deal at all.
Following the lead of his mother, he came into the venue. His nose picked up a peculiar scent... something that was almost addictive. Sweet, warm, timid. He could sense all that... where could this scent be from?
There was an official standing at the end of the aisle. They could only act as puppets under the manipuation of the many officers. he could see some flashlights - there must have official cameraman around. Yea, who could be a better poster boy than Maurice, the most sought after bachelor until today?
In the confusion, he felt someone giving him a ring, which he quickly put on the omega's ringfinger, then vice versa. Then there was a box put inot his hand - he knew that would be the pill... "the pill".
"oh my dear boy... what happiness would be forever lost to you. Without the sweetness of free love... I hope... i want you to treat your mate well. He'd be your lifelong partner. I am so sad you woudln't be able to choose out of your free will... but...." her voice would break and she would hug him tight, again stroking the back of his head like he was still her little boy.
"Mom..." now in his tuxedo and ready for the wedding, he once again called out for his mother. "i will treat the omega well. whether or not i love him... I will provide for him and respect him." he said, even though it was far from what his mother hoped for him, at least he would try hard not to create pain in the young omega - who was as innocent as he was.
He had succumbed to fate. Fully prepared to treat his partner as a friend. He wouldn't feel for him... he hadn't felt for anyone at all over the years. But he would live in a loveless marriage. That's no big deal at all.
Following the lead of his mother, he came into the venue. His nose picked up a peculiar scent... something that was almost addictive. Sweet, warm, timid. He could sense all that... where could this scent be from?
There was an official standing at the end of the aisle. They could only act as puppets under the manipuation of the many officers. he could see some flashlights - there must have official cameraman around. Yea, who could be a better poster boy than Maurice, the most sought after bachelor until today?
In the confusion, he felt someone giving him a ring, which he quickly put on the omega's ringfinger, then vice versa. Then there was a box put inot his hand - he knew that would be the pill... "the pill".