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 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.

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.