Tryst In The Dark

Omegas.
Coveted. Reviled.
In a world where reproduction had decreased, Omegas were seen as a salvation, their ability to have children with ease envied to extremes. But Omegas were scarce, so rare that they'd become a commodity, secretively hoarded by the government. Until on their 21st birthday, they were the grand prize in a lottery system that would choose them a Pack of mates, both Alpha and beta.

The Allotment.
I hated it. I hated that when I revealed as an Omega, all my choices disappeared overnight. My future was decided in that moment, and to hell with my own hopes and dreams. But how did you say no to the very people who ruled the world?
Easy answer; you didn't. So here I am, Tryst O'Sullivan, being raffled off to random men across the country. Sure, they maintained that they were chosen at random, but what were the chances that along with Grady, an every day mechanic, I drew Remzi Hart, one of the richest Alphas in the country?

Something was rotten in the system, but I had no choice but to take it. However, if my new Pack thought they were getting a sweet, docile Omega, they were going to be surprised. I refused to bend to the will of any Alpha, and I'd fight back on my own if Fate decided to fuck with me one more time.

I was used to fighting my battles alone. I was Tryst O'Sullivan, and I would be no man's doormat.