After years of putting it off, I find myself ready for a pack. I’m not much of a social person, books and writing being my whole life, so meeting a pack organically is out of the question.
I’ve been a kept Omega for longer than I can remember. My handler bought me from my parents when I presented at 10 years old because he likes his omegas young and innocent. Yes, it’s just as bad as it…
I’m an omega. I’m forced to be invisible. Silent, scentless…empty. Unwanted. My mates view me the same. I’m nothing to them. An annoyance. Something sad for them to scoff at.
When what was supposed to be a smoking hot one-night stand ends in a knot and a mating bite, I realize I might not be your average beta… or a beta at all.
I’m an omega. I’ve been forced into submission. Required to be silent, scentless… nothing. Mateless. My mates never knew what I gave up to protect them. I was just their friend. An acquaintance. Something sa…
