The Unfortunate Omega and the Arrogant Alpha’s Forced Marriage (Completed)

“Ch… chi… kai… ma… su,” Kusunoki’s small, trembling voice finally escaped his lips.

Even though it was barely more than a whisper, it echoed loudly in the silence of the church.

I said it…

A heavy sense of despair wrapped around Kusunoki like an invisible noose. There was no way out anymore. No, there had never been an escape—not since the day he was diagnosed as an Omega.

He bit his lip hard and bowed his head even lower, not daring to think about how Yoichiro might be looking at him.

The priest, now holding their vows, placed a sheet of paper on the altar.

It was the marriage certificate.

Everything on the document was already filled out, except for the names of the bride and groom.

Without hesitation, Yoichiro picked up the pen from the altar and signed his name in clean, elegant handwriting—a reflection of his confidence and skill.

Watching this, Kusunoki felt a wave of doubt wash over him. Am I really the person who should be signing next to that name?

But refusing wasn’t an option. His family, sitting just behind him, wouldn’t allow even the smallest mistake.

When Yoichiro finished the last stroke of his signature and set the pen down, Kusunoki reluctantly let go of his left elbow and reached for the pen with trembling fingers.

Each moment seemed to drag on, as if time itself had slowed. It felt like he was watching everything unfold from a distance, disconnected from reality.

But the cold, solid weight of the pen in his hand snapped him back to the present.

Swallowing hard, Kusunoki scribbled his name—”Kikuchi Kusunoki”—in shaky, uneven letters. His handwriting was so messy it could have been mistaken for a child’s, but the priest smiled warmly, nodding as he watched.

“I now declare you united in marriage until death parts you. Please exchange rings,” the priest announced.

A staff member stepped forward, carrying a velvet tray the same deep red as the carpet. On it rested two simple platinum rings.

Yoichiro took the smaller ring first and grabbed Kusunoki’s left hand roughly.

It hurts… but I can’t cry out. I’m used to this… it’s okay…

Despite the pain, Kusunoki clenched his teeth and fought back the urge to whimper. He even knew how to blink away the tears that threatened to fall.

Taking slow, deep breaths, he tried to endure as the ring was forced onto his finger.

When Yoichiro was done, he let go of Kusunoki’s hand as if discarding something unimportant. Without a word, he grabbed the other ring and slid it onto his own finger.

Murmurs rippled through the congregation, but Kusunoki was too overwhelmed to notice.

Even as the matching rings—a symbol of unity and love—were placed on their fingers, Kusunoki felt nothing. No joy, no connection. Only fear, heavy and suffocating, gripped his heart.

This man… he’s terrifying.

Kusunoki could feel it clearly: Yoichiro hadn’t chosen him because of love or admiration, no matter what the whispers in the crowd might suggest.

He’s probably just following orders too. Someone must have told him to marry me.

A faint pang of guilt stirred within Kusunoki, but it was quickly buried under the growing fear he felt toward Yoichiro.

He had seen it—the deep furrow in Yoichiro’s brow, the sharp, intense lines of his narrowed eyes that seemed to cut right through him.

If this weren’t a solemn church ceremony, Kusunoki might have apologized endlessly, not even knowing what he had done wrong.

“Wedding rings are a symbol of unbroken love,” the priest said. “By wearing them on the same finger, you will always be reminded of each other. Congratulations. Please seal your vows with a kiss.”

“What…?”

For the first time, Yoichiro’s voice carried emotion—bitter and cutting. His sharp tone sliced through the air, nearly drowned out by the murmurs spreading through the congregation.

Kusunoki flinched at the sound, his narrow shoulders trembling.

He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. If I just endure this, it will all be over soon…

Yoichiro’s presence loomed closer. Kusunoki felt the soft curse Yoichiro muttered brush against his face like a cold, unwanted breeze. No matter how scared he was, there was no way to escape. All Kusunoki could do was wait for it to end.

But the kiss never came.

Kusunoki felt Yoichiro’s presence near his cheek, but instead of a kiss, there was only the faint sound of lips parting in a mock gesture.

Applause erupted from the congregation, jolting Kusunoki into opening his eyes. Yoichiro, wearing the same severe expression, had already turned back toward the altar. Kusunoki quickly followed, his heart still racing.

It’s over… Thank goodness it’s over.

Was he finally free?

The organ music swelled, and the choir’s beautiful hymn filled the air as the priest spoke again.

“Everyone, please proceed to the exit to celebrate the couple’s new beginning.”

The rustle of fabric and the sound of footsteps filled the room as the congregation began to leave. For the first time, Kusunoki allowed his tense shoulders to relax—if only slightly.

But the oppressive aura radiating from Yoichiro beside him quickly erased any sense of relief. It was a harsh reminder that this man was an Alpha, the most powerful and intimidating gender.

After the priest gave his final blessing, Kusunoki lowered his head slightly in gratitude, silently thanking him for his words—even if he doubted they were sincere.

As they began to walk along the crimson carpet, Kusunoki struggled to keep up with Yoichiro’s long strides.

Yoichiro’s broad shoulders and strong back, perfectly suited to his white tuxedo, stood in sharp contrast to Kusunoki’s own awkward and ill-fitting appearance.

When a staff member approached and suggested, “Perhaps you could escort him? Many couples link arms at this point,” Yoichiro’s brow furrowed even more deeply.

He glanced briefly at Kusunoki, his expression twisting with clear distaste, as if he was holding back the urge to click his tongue.

He must hate this. He must hate standing here with an Omega like me, Kusunoki thought, his heart sinking further.