Omega Chosen

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 knows me. But something unexpected happens . . . the Pack decides to help me. At first, it's just survival. A way to get what we all want. Me long gone and their life back to the way it was. But somewhere along the way, emotions tangle, lines blur, and maybe, just maybe . . . I don't want to leave. Now, the city is in chaos, the authorities are closing in, and time is running out. But I've never been the kind of Omega to back down. Rules be damned. I'm fighting for what's mine. Contains mature themes.

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 after." For the Alphas. But an Omega reveals the way to secure the pack of my dreams . . . a way to rig the draw. There's just one catch. I don't know of them or even their names. Only the memory of a blue-eyed Alpha who strode into a Beta only diner days before I presented. He smelled of blueberry pancakes and . . . mine. But when a huge Alpha drops over the Omega house wall, days before the Choosing. The Omega in me knows he's my Pack. He reveals the news that my blue-eyed alpha is turning feral. The only way to stop it, is bonding me. When I draw Pack Bentley on my Choosing day, I'm beyond happy. Little did I know we had drawn suspicion from the authorities, who now shadow our every move. Tampering with the draw is one thing. But harboring a feral Alpha will send them all to prison. Lucky for me. I love to break the rules. Contains mature themes.