I run into Salvation on the sidewalk—literally. All six-foot-five dark, imposing inches of him. His scent makes me forget all the reasons I've sworn off Alphas and the rest of his pack smells just as sinful. They want to help me. Save me. Make me theirs. Fate may have brought us together, but the past has taught me that dreams are just illusions. My old pack will never let me go, and they're dangerous. So dangerous I should keep on running to keep these new, tempting men safe.

They call me irreparable. A feral omega who can't be tamed. And I've bitten every alpha who's tried. Before they can either put me down or send me to a breeding facility, fate intervenes in the form of a masked spec-ops team that deals in death and destruction. The Ghosts.

Taking a job as a private nurse on a family ranch in Virginia was supposed to be a temporary fix—a way to disappear, lay low, and keep my past where it belongs. My patient? A grumpy old man with one foot in the grave and a foul mouth to match my own. Easy enough. His family? A whole different story. Jackson Rowe is a problem I don’t need. A rugged cowboy with a sharp stare, a sharper tongue, and a body carved by hard work and bad decisions.

I may be an omega, but I’ve got dreams and goals of my own, and none of them include shacking up with a pack of raging alphas just because biology says I have to. That time will come and I’ll welcome it with open arms, but for now, I’m doing me. I’ve managed to make a name for myself on the PackChat App, unintentionally starting a movement. As my birthday looms, my bestie convinces me to attend a major influencer conference where my rivals and I are keynote speakers. I’m determined to prove the real Bexley Carter is not the evil omega they portray me as.

I don’t need a pack. I’m doing just fine on my own. Until one tiny mistake has me perfuming enough to draw every enforcement officer in a ten-block radius. I know what awaits me if I go into custody as an unclaimed Omega, so when a blazing hot and surprisingly kind Alpha throws me a life raft, I grab hold with both hands. Only problem? He didn’t exactly clear his claim on me with his pack. They don’t want an Omega—especially Thane, who seems to be calling the shots.

The Omega War made every omega the property of the government. Now, my body doesn't belong to me. I need permission to eat, to sleep, to breathe. The only thing I have left is my heart, but when the winter pack save me from a dangerous situation, they might take that from me too. For Harper, joining the winter pack is a risk, one she doesn’t have a choice in. Being owned by an alpha pack means following the omega creed, a set of laws to prevent omegas from having any influence.

Being an Omega used to be the dream everyone wanted. Now it's a nightmare. Packs are a thing of the past, black market dealers kidnap Omegas off the street, and the ones that escape are little better than pawns for the government to control. So when my designation revealed itself in the worst situation possible, I ran. Or I tried to. While trying to escape, I found myself in an even worse fate at the hands of my abuser—my father. Now that he knows I'm an Omega he sees me as nothing more than a commodity, locking me away until he could legally sell me to the highest bidder.

After surviving childhood at the snooty, stuck-up boarding school for budding omegas, I have everyone convinced I'm a dud. My awakening? Never gonna happen. Heat, mates, and a fairytale pack life? Maybe next reincarnation. All I want is to be left alone. I'm invisible, and headed to a blissful solo future until the Wyvern Pack destroys my dream of independence. But Atlas, Hunter, Finn, Jett, and Orion are poison candy. They don't want an omega, but they need one, even if there will never be a real spot for me in their pack.

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.

When I find myself snowed in and alone while I'm supposed to be on a girls' trip in the mountains, there's a knock on the door I don't expect. I open it to find three sexy strangers who are about to turn my whole world upside down. Realization that we're scent matches has them feral and determined. That's how I found myself thrown over one of their shoulders and swept away to their cabin.

Nora Summers is the Perfect Omega. No, really. That's what they call her. The pride and joy of the Design Clinic, every bit of Nora's genome was specifically chosen to make her the ideal Omega. Luckily for her, she was guided into reaching her full potential.

Sienna Michaels has been waiting for her invitation to the Bonding Trials forever. It's her opportunity to match with an alpha pack and show off her training as an omega. When she's matched with the Cohen pack, Sienna gets a lot more than she bargained for at their Bonding ceremony. Tristan, Jax, Logan, and Gray Cohen are Sienna's Soul Bonded fated mates. Destiny. Made for each other. Except… they don't seem that bothered. In fact, they don't want her at all. They want someone else.

Vale Reed is doing the best she can. After a one-night stand gone wrong, she's pregnant and completely on her own. Cam shows and working full-time serving drinks helps stash away money for when she gives birth, but they also put her in the line of sight of a creep who wants her for his own. When he takes things too far, Vale has no choice but to run. Luckily, she ends up with the one person she really trusts.

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.

I make a living out of screwing over the jerks who capture and torment supernatural beasties. But when I free a bunch of particularly powerful monsters from their cages, I'm not counting on them following me home like lost puppies. Stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. These manly monsters are determined to repay me for my help, and they won't get out of my apartment until they're satisfied we're even.