Ruined Omega

The Alphas are fighting over me like a piece of meat.

Yesterday, I was the most wanted woman in the city.

Dead or alive. 

Now I’m wanted in a different way. 

They say out of the frying pan into the fire. But they don’t mention those licking flames raging out of control, threatening to consume me alive. 

It’s a fire that can only be extinguished by one thing. 

Alphas. Plural.

I’m mutating into an omega. My physiology is changing. The suppressants can stave off the transformation for now, but what will happen when the pills run out?

I’ll tell you: My body will go into estrus. 

My pheromones will fill the air, sending the Alphas into a frenzy. Hollow, urgent need will devour me. I’ll beg, I’ll plead, I’ll surrender.

And I will love it.

But Alpha love is a dangerous thing. They are jealous and possessive beyond measure. They’ll fight to the death. They’ll tear each other to pieces to claim me. 

And if they’re not careful, they might just tear me apart too.