Claimed by the Rogue Pack
A Sci-Fi Omegaverse Reverse Harem Romance
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Sadie Rivers
Este título utiliza narración de voz virtual
I wasn’t supposed to have a name anymore—just a barcode and a fertility profile.
The breeders’ convoy taught us our place: stay sedated, stay collared, stay quiet while we’re shipped through the Allied Zones to whoever paid best. Cameras watched our every breath. Any hint of heat, of scent, earned more drugs and more shocks.
Then a pirate strike goes sideways, the hull ruptures… and the only thing between me and open vacuum is a pack of rogue Alphas who were never meant to find me.
They’re salvagers and smugglers, ex-military ghosts with no official records and even less respect for Allied law. Jax tears my collar off like it personally insulted him. Soren pulls up my falsified file and calls it a crime scene. Kade snarls that I’m not breeder cargo. Lys just grins and tells me to pick a name.
They say I’m an omega, not an asset. They promise no cages, no restraints, no decisions about my body without me in the room.
Then the missed suppressants hit. Hard.
The ship’s recycled air turns thick with Alpha scent. Every breath tastes like coffee and ozone, metal and smoke. Heat I’ve been drugged and punished for my whole life roars up, hungry and wild—and four dangerous Alphas decide that if anyone is going to touch me, it’s going to be them… on my terms, under their protection, with consent written into every rule.
The breeders’ cartel will cross half the galaxy to reclaim their investment. Allied patrols would happily throw a rogue pack in prison and ship me back in chains. Somewhere in the middle is the truth I stole on a hidden data-core—the proof of what they did to omegas like me.
My choices are brutally simple.
Trust the men who ripped my collar off and call them my pack… or go back to being H-7429-F, property on a breeding manifest.
Either way, I’m already in their bed.
CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE PACK is a high-heat sci-fi omegaverse reverse harem (why choose) romance featuring a stolen omega with a number for a name, four morally gray rogue Alphas on a battered starship, explicit on-page spice, intense heat/rut scenes with strict consent rules, found-family pack bonding, and a cartel vs. registry conspiracy that forces them to fight for both their love and their freedom. Guaranteed HEA for Kira and her pack.
Perfect for readers who love:
🚀 Space pirates, smugglers & found family crews
🐺 Omegaverse with four possessive Alphas (why-choose / RH)
🔥 Forced proximity on a small ship & “only one bunk” energy
💉 Collars, suppressants & taking revenge on breeder programs
💔 Trauma, healing, and fiercely negotiated consent
💘 Pack bonding, bite marks & “you’re ours… if you want us”