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Alphas do not exist. 25-year-old omega, Damon Richards, knows this; it’s why his old-school pack considers him all but useless. He certainly doesn’t expect this reality to be upended at a random bar in the middle of nowhere. But that’s what happens when he meets an irresistible stranger…and things just get more complicated from there.

Faisel: I've always felt the pressure to succeed, but instead of the conventional path, one that my family wanted, I chose music. As the drummer for Wayward Lane, I've experienced all the highs and lows of rockstar life including addiction. Now there's another battle I'm facing—my intense feelings for my best friend and bandmate, Ronin Stadler. We grew up together, inseparable to this day but our lifelong bond is shifting. Do I keep my feelings a secret or risk our friendship for something more?

Best friends turned husbands Cody Bower and Demetrius Singleton have seen a dip in their business since the zombie uprising earlier that summer. The family of one of the zombies dispatched by Cody has filed a civil lawsuit against him and their Critter Catchers business, and the case is causing more than a little stress. While it has yet to affect their relationship, it is definitely affecting their income. When two people drown out at Parson’s Pond, Sheriff’s Deputy Lucia Durant comes knocking at their door asking for their insight.

My life has had three modes since my wife passed away. Work. Work. And work. And I’m not even any good at that. Unless I find the money I owe everyone, only a miracle can keep my bar afloat. Until he comes into my life. Kyle Brady. I’ve never looked at another man the same way I look at him. It’s a dangerous feeling. Somehow I’m roped into letting him help my business and he wants to fix everything.

I shouldn't want my best friend's son, but I can't help myself. He's beautiful, tender-hearted, and just everything good in this world. I want to say no when Tyler calls and asks me to take Fletcher on the road with me for two weeks, but something holds me back. Now we're trapped together in a tiny cab with one bed for the foreseeable future. I don't know if I'm going to be strong enough to keep my hands to myself.

I’m not supposed to touch the inmates–not in the way I want to touch him. He’s flirtatious with a smart mouth, and I’m eager to put him in his place. But there’s sadness behind his mask, and it’s wrenching my soul apart. I’ll do anything to help him. Even if it means breaking the rules.