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 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.