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.

As the favored omega daughter of a narcissistic pack, I was set up with more potential alphas then I could count. My only job was to smile, be a lady, and let them claim me. There was no way that was ever going to happen. I'd seen how packs manipulated, lied, and cheated. I wanted no part of pack life. Being a lone omega who visits clinics during her heat and enjoys the perks of single life is enough for me. Yet the scent match I found by accident and ran from isn't about to let me go.

My past was filled with mistakes, and knocking on a strange man’s door for a taste of his spicy food to satiate my craving was bound to be another one. The sparks were instant, and the bond I never expected to have grew, leaving me afloat as my due date loomed overhead. I thought my pregnancy would be the issue that kept us apart, and I’d raise my child alone. I hoped I was wrong, but everything in my world was uncertain. Adding Jeremy, Devon, and Nate to the mix might not be helpful.

Being the twin of a movie star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Eva is glamorous, sweet, and everything I’m not. Believe me, every person in my life has made that crystal clear. The press calls me the Ice Queen, leaving pack after pack broken in my wake. I wish it were true. All I’ve ever wanted was a pack—to be loved and cherished the way an Omega was meant to be—but now I’ve given up hope. Every group I meet wants a copy of my sister. Let’s not even mention the ones who called me by her name.

After years of putting it off, I find myself ready for a pack. I'm not much of a social person—books and writing are my whole life—so meeting a pack organically is out of the question. So, when my best friend finds an ad for a Valentine's Day speed dating event, I take the leap and sign up. I only had hope for a date for the holidays, but I ended up leaving with a lot more.