𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

Until one tiny mistake has me perfuming enough to draw every enforcement officer in a ten block radius. 

I know what awaits me if I go into custody as an unclaimed Omega, so when a blazing hot and surprisingly kind Alpha throws me a life raft, I grab hold with both hands.

Only problem? He didn’t exactly clear his claim on me with his pack. They don’t want an Omega. Especially Thane, who seems to be calling the shots.

At least they’re letting me stay until they find another pack to take me. I should be grateful, but being trapped in a mansion with four unbonded Alphas that smell like heaven is pure torture. 

Fox, Miles, Levi, and Thane are everything an Omega could ever want, but there’s a reason I was in hiding. 

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫… 𝐈’𝐦 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚.