Omega Chosen

The day every Pack dreams about . . . Omega Choosing day. Me? I want anything but my Choosing day. It's a web of lies. To be chosen by an Omega is a huge deal here. As if we have any say in it. We don't even get to choose which Pack we get. We just draw a name out and then it's a "happy ever...

Omegas are meant to follow the rules. To choose the right Pack. To keep the balance. I did the opposite. I don't want them. They don't want me. I'm only using them to get to the Alpha I can't live without. He might not be my scent match, but he's the only Alpha I trust. The only one who truly...

I was raised to be a prize for the elite. Groomed to smile, to serve, to be everything an Alpha could want. Every step I take is measured. Every word, rehearsed. And Choosing Day is meant to be my reward. Instead, I'm dragged from the Omega House by a stranger. Terrified. Powerless. I thought this was the end. Then they came. An Alpha guard who once watched over me in silence. A tattooed biker who smells like smoke and freedom. His Packmate, rough and sharp with eyes that see too much. A broken fighter with pain carved into his skin. And a Beta whose calm voice steadies the chaos inside me.