Knot Your Average Beta

When what was supposed to be a smoking hot one-night stand ends in a knot and a mating bite, I realize I might not be your average beta… or a beta at all.

The alpha who bit me tells me I’m an omega and the sudden cherry pie à la mode perfume wafting off me seems to confirm his assertion. But things like this don’t happen to girls like me. The one in a million chance at being a late presenting omega should go to someone else. Not me, a beta who spent years of my childhood being sick. Not me, the girl that historically is only good enough for a one-night stand.

Things only get worse when I find out I accidentally bonded to a member of the Falcone Pack. Yes, that Falcone pack. The mafia pack that owns a third of the city and ruthlessly eviscerates any of their enemies.

I reluctantly agree to spend the weekend with their pack and soon find myself dealing with a grumpy prime alpha that doesn’t seem to want any omega (let alone me), new weird omega instincts, a body that perfumes at the drop of a hat and too many questions about why I’m the lucky one in a million.

As we go looking for answers, my attraction to the Falcone pack grows and I can’t deny how much my new omega wants them. But I can’t bring myself to give in. What if this is all a fluke? What if I switch back to a beta and they decide they don’t want me any longer? Or worse, what if I stay an omega and they decide they still don’t want me?

After all, I’m not your average beta… or omega.