Ten years ago he walked away without so much as a goodbye and broke my fragile, barely legal heart. Now I’m living in a small town, with the one man who has the power to break down my carefully constructed identity. When work explodes-quite literally-in my face, I’m forced into hiding until the smoke clears. This Omega needs to rediscover just who she is and can’t fall into anything serious.īut after so many years of living one lie after another, do I even really know who I am without them? It hurts too much and goes against everything I believe now. The intensity of our chemistry is explosive, but they’re not a pack, and I’m not looking for another forever….right? No.

With his big, warm, mouthwateringly gorgeous body and haunted brown eyes, I’d love the chance to get to know him better. Of course, I can’t forget Bastian-the sexy stranger I ran into-literally. Then there’s Cohen-the commanding, broody Alpha who wants nothing to do with me, but that I can’t stop thinking about.

Locke’s up my ass more than usual, acting weird, and…is my hulking Beta friend flirting? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly hope he’d ignore that whole friend-zone thing. Though I’m starting to wonder if having a choice is really all that great. We support freedom of choice for all designations. I’ve managed to make a new life for myself by helping my bestie run TheOmegasGuide-our viral social media account. My grief still bleeds out each and every day no matter how much time passes. No thoughts of claiming or bonds or heats since, you know, they hate me and all. I’ll get in, get out, and stay just long enough to figuratively give them the finger.or maybe literally, time will tell. I’m determined to prove the real Bexley Carter is not the evil omega they portray me as. They’re the bane of my existence, but I’m a pro at being oblivious.Īs my birthday looms, my bestie convinces me to attend a major influencer conference where my rivals and I are keynote speakers. What? I’m in self-isolation, not dead, after all. They drive me crazy with their constant lewd and rude comments, and, admittedly, their thirst traps showing off their hot bodies and abs for days. Namely, a rival group known as RideAnAlpha.

I’ve managed to make a name for myself on the PackChat App, unintentionally starting a movement that has earned me millions of followers, along with plenty of enemies. Sure, that time will come and I’ll welcome it with open arms, but for now, I’m doing me. 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.

I Think Knot by Sinclair Kelly