I thought I was damaged—a werewolf without the ability to shift. I melted into the shadows, unloved and overlooked, as I served a pack that didn’t care for me.

The ability to call my wolf forward was always present, but I hadn’t known, since my kind were hunted to extinction before I was born. I wasn’t any run-of-the-mill wolf; I was an Omega. Revered. Cherished. Hated.

When I shifted, I got what I always wanted. My true mates. Plural.

But they didn’t want me.

I refused to stand around, pitied as their cast off, so I left, yet being an Omega put a target on my back for any random pack to claim as theirs. So, I molded myself into human society because rejection wouldn’t break me… until they sought me out.

Their excuses were just that, excuses. They had a fight on their hands if they thought they’d get away with hurting me, because I refused to submit my heart to my savage mates.

I wasn’t the timid girl that couldn’t shift.

I had claws, and I wasn’t afraid to use them.

A future Alpha mated to the lowest pack member? Of course no one considered Camden to be matched to the werewolf that couldn’t shift or speak. But I never expected my best friend to accept another mate.

I could stop their mating by showing him I wasn’t weak, I was an Omega… except my kind was thought to be extinct. The truth would put him in danger, so the only choice was to deny that side of myself.

Then Omega hunters found me.

After months of abuse, I had to save myself and shift—only to discover I had two mates, Kit and Rowan. Growly, gruff, and possessive, the twins showed me the tenderness I craved… then Camden re-appeared.

But I had bigger things to worry about, someone was still out to get me and I didn’t know who or where my enemies were. I needed to leave my mates before I caused them harm... even if the price I paid to keep them safe was my life.

I planned to keep my head down after joining my new pack. Instead, I found myself caught between two powerful alphas bound by a fragile truce.

Alphas were moody, brutal, and ruthless, and these two were no exception. I shouldn’t want them, especially since they belonged to other she-wolves. 

 Not that it mattered. They’d never choose someone defective like me. 

 But then jealousy sparked my shift—leaving me with two infuriating mates intent on making me submit.

Call it petty, but I wasn’t going down without a fight—or a little payback.