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.

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.

All it took was one look to end my life.... Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt. And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too.

Emily: My heat is getting closer. With heat suppressants off the table and no pack to call my own in sight, Heat Haven seems to be my only option. Can I be vulnerable enough for Alphas I don't know to help me in my time of need? Griffin: I want a pack and an Omega to cherish. The problem? I don't like most people and I work too much. Where better to meet someone than a place where you contractually participate in a heat with strangers?

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.

Chelsea never expected that she would have to move when she was nearly nine months pregnant. Then again, she never imagined she'd lose her daughter's father while she was busy baking their baby, either. Heartbroken and distraught over being harassed by a disgruntled family member, she packs up and moves across Virginia with no assistance. Arden, Lincoln, and Kase run the Blacksburg office of Shadow Security. Their instincts won't allow them to ignore their heavily pregnant new neighbor. After all, protecting people is how they've made their living.

This Omega doesn’t do drama, drugs, or hockey players. The first two for obvious reasons. The last because I don’t shit where I eat. As the daughter of the Phoenix Heat’s owner, I know better than to dip my toes into that particular pool. The league is way too small a world, and I am a drama-free zone. When my daddy strongly suggests (read: insists) I come home for a visit, how can I say no? But without my besties by my side, there’s no one to stop me from making an epicly stupid decision when I discover the Heat’s captain in a compromising position.

With the government issuing omega females to Alpha packs like we’re social security checks, I cling to my freedom thanks to a black-market suppressant hookup and a lethal family that’s ready to execute any Alpha who tries to force a bond.

What late-bloomer Madison needs is a pack of no strings attached alphas…so why is it the pack’s beta who she’s falling for? Alphas Lucas and Grey want an omega to spoil, steady their pack’s dynamic, and eventually start a family with. But they’ve been burned in the past: omegas aren’t willing to share the alphas’ attention with the pack’s beta, and Rian? He is non-negotiable, period. Still reeling from her dangerously late presentation, Madison needs to find a pack—and fast.

Goodbye heartache, liars, and cheats. I’m hot-tailing it to the city to escape all my problems. What I don’t expect is to find a whole heap more. Right at the top of the pile: turns out I’m not the beta I always believed.