alpha!maki x omega!reader, arranged marriage
“I think she hates me, Mai.”
Mai’s sitting across from you, painting your nails a pretty lilac color. She’s got a steady hand, but maybe you shouldn’t be surprised that someone with weapons expertise would have such a solid, precise touch.
“You know as well as I do that my sister would’ve gave the family hell if she didn’t want this,” she smiles, her citrine eyes sparkling. She’s got the same type of mystery about her gaze that Maki does—it’s hard to tell what she’s thinking, especially when she flutters her lashes and turns away from you as quickly as she had looked up at you in the first place. Maybe it’s because you feel so out of place in the Zenin estate, but it feels like you can’t really tell if anyone is truly being honest around here.
“She’s so quiet around me, I don’t know what she’s thinking,” you mourn as Mai finishes painting the lacquer on your pinky finger. She traces the edge of your nail with her thumb, wiping off the excess.
“The fact that she’s quiet is a good thing,” she chuckles. “If she hated you, you’d know it right away. I’d say she’s rather smitten, I’ve never seen my sister look at anyone the way she looked at you after the tea ceremony. Like she wanted to jump your bones.”
Mai’s amusement seems to grow when you look down, flustered. “It seems I don’t know anything about my wife…”
“You’ll learn.” Mai takes your other hand into her hands, and after dipping the paintbrush into the bottle, begins to paint the nails on your other hand. “Maki is someone who requires some patience… I would know, it took so long for her to even get along with me.”
Your brows rise up in surprise. In your handful of visits to the Zenin estate, the sisters seemed glued at the hip. “Really?”
“I love my sister,” Mai says, without looking away from your fingertips. “But she can be so stubborn. She tells me she likes you. She’ll tell it directly to you in time.”
“She does?”
Mai finished off your pinky nail in the same way she had on your previous hand. You hold out both your hands in front of you, and Mai admires her handiwork with a grin.
“She says she likes your hands. How soft they are—you’ve had an easy life, being a prized omega.” You can’t deny that; unlike Maki and Mai, alphas trained in weaponry as part of growing up in their clan, you’ve simply been raised to look pretty and get married off.
Mai lifts your chin up with an index finger, staring into your eyes. She’s done your makeup, just a light dusting of powder, lining around your eyes, and mascara to bring out your natural color. “And how wide your eyes are, how sweet your face is. It was like pulling teeth but, she said you’re cute.”
You smile. Something flutters in your tummy. “Did she?”
“Don’t tell her I told you,” Mai snickers, before patting down some flyaways from the hairstyle she had done for you earlier. “I mean, she said it years ago, when you came around for the first time. Got a good few days of teasing her out of it. But I’m sure she still thinks the same way.”
Has Maki liked you during this entire arrangement? She’d incredibly good at hiding it, you think, never having been able to decipher her impassive face, and discouraged by her lack of physical affection. Whats with that, then?
“Then why doesn’t she ever give me a sign? I never got that impression from her…”
“Maki is very…” she seems to search for the right word, before adding, “possessive about what’s hers,” Mai says, leaning closer to you. “Maybe she was afraid of scaring you off?”
Possessive? You blink inquisitively. “Scaring me off?”
“Have you ever seen an alpha around their mate, when they’re freshly bonded? Or maybe even in a rut?”
You shake your head; of course you’ve been kept away from such things, being without a mate and all.
“Well. Tonight’s your first night together,” Mai smiles, patting at your cheek. “I think you’ll come to find out what Maki’s true feelings are soon.”
Your stomach flips on itself with anticipation at the thought of what’s to come.
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