Being dumped sucks. Being dumped after four years and getting kicked out of the house? That sucks more. Sadly, I can't avoid him forever. Not when he's the best man in my sister's wedding. But like hell am I facing him alone. So how can a painfully single Omega get out of this mess? Not a clue, but I'll tell you what not to do. Ready? Don't hire a pack of male escorts to take you to the wedding. If you do, you can't sleep with them. No matter how incredible they smell or how well they treat you.

As a secret Omega living as a Beta, I’ve worked hard to build a good life and escape my past. So when I land a job as the assistant to three powerful Alpha billionaires, I focus on keeping my head down—despite the way their intoxicating scents make my head spin. Everything is going fine… until the day my blockers fail and I start perfuming. I’m terrified that my three bosses are going to turn me over to the authorities so that I can be presented as an Omega and courted by a pack. But they don’t. Instead, they make me an offer: one year of marriage.

After years of assuming she was a beta, discovering her omega designation in a biker bar surrounded by alphas isn’t exactly fulfilling any fantasies for Baby. She only wanted to have a fun night, not get knotted, bitten, and bonded. Now, Baby’s entire life is about to turn upside down. With her heat on its way, she needs to find a pack, a nest, and alphas she can trust. The Late Night Howlers have given up hope…after years of waiting for an omega to choose them, this motorcycle club of alphas is ready to move on with their lives.

My life has never been normal. Raised by a survivalist, taught how to endure anything, I've learned to rely on myself. To keep my head down—to mind my own business. That all changes when I hear the screams. There, in that filthy alley, I thought I was pulling Emmeline out of the darkness and toward safety, but it turns out, she was pulling me in. My new friend's world collides with my own, and they couldn't be more different. Where I spend my days alone, she rarely can. Not with four brooding brothers hellbent on her protection, watching over her every move.

Being the twin of a movie star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Eva is glamorous, sweet, and everything I’m not. Believe me, every person in my life has made that crystal clear. The press calls me the Ice Queen, leaving pack after pack broken in my wake. I wish it were true. All I’ve ever wanted was a pack—to be loved and cherished the way an Omega was meant to be—but now I’ve given up hope. Every group I meet wants a copy of my sister. Let’s not even mention the ones who called me by her name.