When Zahra was fifteen her grandmother announced to her her engagement, and life had never been the same for her.

Zahra was raised by her grandmother according to traditional values.

She kept her hair long as a symbol of purity, wore traditional clothes, and learned how to be a perfect house-wife.

The only place she was seen with casual clothes was at school, if her uniform could be considered as such. She lived with the constant presence of a husband he did not know.

“You will marry the stClair heir,” her grandmother told her with a pleased smile.

Zahra blushed, keeping her gaze low. Her fiancé never came to meet her. Asher stClair was a busy man.

He was five years older than she was, and those fleeting years felt like an eon for a young and easily impressed teenage girl.

She never resented Asher for his absence. She had learned to accept that Asher was a busy man, and busy men did not have much time for themselves.

However, Asher’s grandfather, Theodor, visited frequently. With time, Zahra saw in the old hunched man a grandfather she never had.

As any young lady her age, Zahra’s head was filled with a yearn for romance. But, her situation was different.

Unlike her age mates, Zahra already had a fiancé, a future husband, and no one other than Asher stClair, heir to a fortune and a deeply rooted family.

Their name alone screamed wealth enough.

And the thought alone sufficed to make Zahra blush timidly.

“You will live in a pretty and big house,”Zahra’mother, would say with a big smile.

“He is a good soul,” Theodor would say each time he visited.

Over the years, Asher’s absence weighed more and more on Zahra’s heart.

He became a shadow, always present yet never truly there.

Zahra, through social media, knew who her to be husband was. She saw pictures of a tall and handsome alpha.

His broad shoulders and chiseled chest spoke of raw strength and vitality. His smile was bright yet carried a hint of innocence in the sparkle of his eyes.

He was surrounded by friends. Friends that became familiar faces to her. At times, in the safety of her room, Zahra let herself dream of that strong alpha.

She imagined his deep voice whispering sweet nothings. She pictured the big hands caressing his skin.

She whimpered when imaginary strong arms wrapped around her frame. She guessed Asher’s scent to be as strong and potent as his aura.

The young man carried himself with an ease and confidence that only men of power had.

Zahra, at times, left comments under the pictures, the videos. She sent messages too but no reply came.

It did not matter because Asher was a busy man and busy men did not have much free time.

Theodor told her endless tales and stories about Asher and Zahra feasted on each and every word.

She learned every like and dislike of the alpha. In the confines of her mind, she liked to think of Asher as her husband, and not just an absentee fiancé.

When Zahra was eighteen, she got married, and life had never been the same.

She thought of Asher as a god incarnate.When they met, his scent and height had her knees trembling. He towered over the omega. His crimson eyes swept over the frail frame. His smile curved into a lopsided smile.

He spared Zahra a glance and it had been enough for the omega to fall.

Zahra was invited to the Stclair mansion in the city, far away from the safety of her parents’ humble farm.

Her head swooned from the luxury and display of wealth. Maids bowed to her. People referred to her with such deference that Zahra lost her voice.

She was left at a loss and speechless. Only a night ago, She was the daughter of a farmer, and right there in the Stclair house she was a young Mistress.

Zahra was taken to her room. It was bigger than any room she saw. It was a suit fit for a king, she thought candidly.

She was informed that Asher left for a business meeting. Their encounter barely lasted a minute.

Zahra felt her heart ache . But, it did not matter because soon enough Asher would be her husband.

Only Asher never reappeared.