Diciotto
When a beta turned eighteen they became available to mate with, most would parade themselves around to get attention and then have alphas and betas, even omegas fight over them and the winner would have them as their mate. Michelangelo had turned eighteen the day just passed and his parents had dressed him in appropriate dress wear to get him noticed.
Orange clothes, covering his lower half, back and front, with a few bits of cloth hanging down either side of his legs, but his upper body was exposed. He didn't feel at all comfortable but his parents said it would mean he would get a mate much faster this way and they were desperate to show off their son.
They said that even though he was all dressed up, he needn't be as he had features that were rare to his kind, such as the freckles that painted his skin, the dimples and his bright blue eyes. His parents were right, not even five minutes in the street and he'd had several others come up to him and a fight was to be arranged for the right to become Michelangelo's mate that very afternoon.
He didn't see why all this had to happen, he would much prefer to just choose his own mate, especially since he had eyes for one of the Alpha's fighting for him.
He just very much hoped that the turtle would win.
He didn't even know his name.
He'd have to find that out.
If he survived the fight this afternoon.