This Omega doesn’t do drama, drugs, or hockey players. The first two for obvious reasons. The last because I don’t shit where I eat. As the daughter of the Phoenix Heat’s owner, I know better than to dip my toes into that particular pool. The league is way too small a world, and I am a drama-free zone. When my daddy strongly suggests (read: insists) I come home for a visit, how can I say no? But without my besties by my side, there’s no one to stop me from making an epicly stupid decision when I discover the Heat’s captain in a compromising position.

Once upon a time? Um, no. Because that's how fairytales start, and Ivy Addison is no princess. In fact, she's very happy being an absolute nobody. She doesn't have glass slippers or a trust fund or "graces"—and she's pretty sure she doesn't need rescuing. She also most definitely isn't overworked as the housekeeper for a rowdy pack of royals... and she certainly has no feelings for any of them. Well, aside from Asher, the Crown Prince and star of all her mortifying dreams. Or Sebastian, the oh-so-charming baron who always has a smile just for her.

After spending the last three months on My Fairytale, a show that promised I'd find my future pack and finally get my happily ever after, I realized it was too good to be true. My chosen pack humiliated me in front of the world, and now the only thing I can do is outrun the spotlight. I find myself moving a few hours away, ready to start a new life. But the past isn't ready to let me go. Family is using me for their fifteen minutes, I have interviews I still have to conduct, and it's starting to feel like I'll never truly get away.

The party never starts for Candice Manning, a complete social introvert who suffers from anxiety and depression. Rarely leaving her house and passing as a beta whenever she has to be in public, she lives with her aging cat and stunted iguana. Unfortunately, omegas are legally required to live with their family or in an omega community; but she's been making it on her own since her guardian died three years ago.

They call me irreparable. A feral omega who can't be tamed. And I've bitten every alpha who's tried. Before they can either put me down or send me to a breeding facility, fate intervenes in the form of a masked spec-ops team that deals in death and destruction. The Ghosts.

Not only with the discovery of her scent-matched pack, but also finding out the truth behind her mother's death. And when it seemed like she might shatter beyond repair, the men she'd been running from became the only thing holding her together. The things she believed about scent-matching all these years? They couldn't be more wrong. These men who stumbled into her life pass no judgment, offer their unconditional support, and want nothing more than to see her smile.

Multi-millionaire. Influencer. Renowned lyricist. Alpha... or so everyone believes. For years, I've concealed my omega status under a carefully crafted pseudonym to keep the world from uncovering my true identity. But when a dangerous threat looms and I'm on the brink of being kidnapped, my unlikely savior emerges: Icarus Morrigan, the enigmatic Talent Manager for the sensational rock band, Blooming Salvation.

Welcome to the Exiled Sector, home to the most lethal Alphas on the planet. These beings don't play nice with others. They've been banished. And a plane full of Omegas just crashed-landed on their isles.

I've spent my life dreaming of soulmates and storybook endings—of finding a pack, an omega, a place to belong. But that kind of ending? It was never meant for someone like me. Pastel sweaters. Romance novels. Crying at weddings. No one sees the alpha inside me—not even me. I've been raising my siblings since I was a teen, walking on eggshells around controlling parents who ruled with fear. They never let me grow into my instincts. And now? I'm terrified I'll become just like them.

Being the first female Formula 1 driver in the sport's history is like being struck by lightning. Powerful, electrifying, and dangerous. Don't get me wrong, it's incredible. Plenty of racing fans are celebrating. Plenty more are enraged, hoping I either quit or crash. They can hope all they want. I'll never quit. But there's more than Formula 1 fans to worry about. Like shaking hands with my Team Principal for the first time and his scent turning my entire world upside down. Like the rest of his pack—including the current Formula 1 champion—matching with me too.