Omega Broken

You ever wake up one day and realize the universe hates you?

No? Just me? Cool.

A scent match is supposed to be a fated bond, a once-in-a-lifetime connection that brings omegas to their perfect pack—which, in theory, sounds great. Cute, even.

Except I never wanted a pack. I never wanted alphas sniffing around, acting like I’m some precious little thing that needs to be handled gently. I certainly never wanted to end up scent-matched to three lethal, possessive, and frankly ridiculous mercenaries who don’t seem to understand the word no.

They smell like sin. They look like trouble. And they act like I belong to them.

Spoiler alert: I don’t.

I’ve spent years making sure no one owns me—years fighting for my freedom, for the right to stand on my own. But now? Now my past is rearing its ugly head, and the monsters I’ve spent years outrunning are finally catching up.