Knot That Kind of Girl

Omegas Don't Cry.

I'm being chased. Hunted.

My pursuers? Three gorgeous hitmen with a penchant for killing omegas, each one more brutal than the last.

That’s what I get for attacking my Correction Officer at the Omega Correction Compound. Somehow, I managed to escape by the skin of my teeth, and now I live a life on the run.

They were going to kill me for being too spirited. Untameable. An omega with too much backbone. Yet to my surprise, my hunters only go and spare me, and that was how I ended up in the custody of Pack Cobra.

Roman, Sebastian, and Isaac are tempting in every way, yet falling for my kidnappers is out of the question.

I have to escape them.

After all, I belong to no pack.

I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself, thank you.

Abosulety Knot.

I’m nothing but omega trash. Disposable.

Damaged beyond repair.

Stripping may not be every little girl’s dream, but it sure as hell beats being some pack’s little pet.

Heats, bite marks, and scent matches?

Absolutely knot.

Yet my plans of a pack-free existence blow out of the window when my boss sells me to a client, and that was how I became the property of the Whitefang Pack.

Ted, Killian, Fionn, and Hiroshi are death incarnate. The most notorious pack in the city. Everyone fears them, and I’d be wise to do their bidding.

In their wildest dreams.

I am no one’s property, and I will escape.

They'll see.

Knot for Hire

I’m loved the world over. Famous beyond my wildest dreams. I have everything I could ever dream of and more.

So why do I feel so trapped?

As the face of my agency, I have no choice but to put on a show. It’s hard getting out of bed most days.

But then my prayers are finally answered when I meet Pack Steel. They want me to become their omega, and I just happen to be exactly what they’re looking for.

There’s just one teeny, tiny problem. They already have an omega...

So why on earth do they need me?

Colt, Gabriel, Elliot, Wade, and Bryce are serious eye candy, but I can’t allow myself to get close. After all, I’m only their omega on paper.

They don’t love me. They never will. And I’m perfectly content with that.

Besides, who needs a pack anyway?

Certainly knot me.