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I came here to disappear. I didn’t expect four alphas to find me first. I emptied my savings. Ditched my phone three states back. Rented the most remote cabin I could find—no neighbors, no cell service, middle of nowhere. What the listing didn’t mention: the property borders pack territory. I wanted to vanish. To stop looking over my shoulder. To finally feel safe from the ex who thinks I belong to him. Then the storm hits. The roof leaks. My supplies are ruined. And I’m too weak to make it back alone. That’s when they find me. Shepherd—the pack leader whose steady presence ...

I ran into the fire to survive. I stayed in the valley because of them. Wildfire season doesn’t care that I’m the only omega on a hotshot crew. Neither do the flames tearing through the Sierra Nevada. When the blaze crowns and my crew scatters, I have seconds to choose: deploy my fire shelter in a death trap, or follow a drainage into unknown terrain. I choose the drainage. It leads me somewhere that shouldn’t exist—a hidden valley protected by granite walls, fed by a waterfall, and home to four alphas who haven’t seen an outsider in years. Ridge—the pack leader whose steady ...

I was hired to photograph the team. I ended up in their bunks with no way off the bus. Two weeks embedded with the Northfall Falcons. Behind-the-scenes access. Career-making photos. Then the blizzard hit, the bus got stranded, and my heat came a week early. Nowhere to run on an overnight team bus. Nowhere to hide when four alphas can smell exactly what my body wants. And no way to pretend I’m just here for the story when I’m begging them to touch me. Vaughn—the captain who gives orders I can’t help but obey. Anders—the silent Swede whose intensity says more than words ever could. ...

I was only supposed to serve drinks and smile. I ended up trapped at 40,000 feet with four alphas and no way down. I’m the last-minute fill-in on a private charter. Four hockey players flying to an awards ceremony. Easy money, easy flight. Then my heat hit somewhere over the Midwest, and easy became impossible. The cockpit is sealed. The pilots can’t help. And the four alphas in the cabin can smell exactly what’s happening to me: Cormac—the pack alpha whose quiet authority makes me want to kneel. Leif—the gentle giant who takes care of everyone, especially me. Thane—the intense ...

I came to photograph someone else’s love story. I left with four alphas... and a love story of my own. The photoshoot was simple. Remote mountain overlook, golden hour, one happy couple. Clients gone, gear packed, job done. Then my car died. Phone too. And the sun was already setting. I started walking. Bad idea. But someone found me on that dark mountain road: Sterling—the pack leader whose piercing gray eyes see straight through me. Weston—the gentle giant who speaks through food and tender touches. Torrin—the silent watcher whose restraint hides something fierce. Cassian—the ...

I came for a fresh start. I left the trail with four alphas… and no way back. One solo ski run. One patch of black ice. One tumble into a ravine as the sun sets and the temperature drops. My radio is shattered. My phone is dead. And ski patrol won’t find me until morning—if at all. But someone else finds me first. Colt—the pack leader whose commanding presence makes me forget I’m supposed to be afraid. Thane—the quiet medic who tends my injuries with hands too gentle for a man his size. Ronan—the gruff giant who speaks in grunts but guards me like I’m already his. Everett—...

I came to film an abandoned mine. I stayed with four alphas who won’t let me go. The Copper Ridge mine sits hours from the nearest town. No cell signal. No neighbors. Just rusted ore carts, collapsed tunnels, and the kind of weird, abandoned silence my AlphaTube subscribers love. I was supposed to shoot the episode and hike out before dark. Then the floor gave way, and so did my plans. Twisted ankle. Check. Dead satellite phone. Check. Nightfall closing in. Check. Then they find me before the cold does—a pack of four alpha mountain men who seem grown from the mountainside itself: Zane...

I built my career calling them monsters. Now I’m snowed in with every alpha I vilified. Four hockey players. One cabin. And a blizzard that won’t quit. I’m Zara Voss—omega podcaster, viral commentator, and the woman who cost the Frostport Fangs their biggest sponsor. I don’t apologize for it. The clips don’t lie. Alphas are violent, reckless, and dangerous. Then my producer books them for a Valentine’s special. Not a day. A whole week. At my cabin. Without asking. Felix—their captain, steady and controlled, watching me like I’m a threat he hasn’t decided how to handle. ...

I came to a charity auction to move on. I left belonging to my ex’s pack. Two years ago, Cole Reid broke me. Not with cruelty—with absence. He was intense, possessive, and incapable of meeting me halfway. I loved him anyway, until I couldn’t. I’ve spent every day since pretending he doesn’t exist. Then my best friend drags me to a Valentine’s charity auction. For wolves. I’m weak for wolves. And when three gorgeous hockey players bid on me for a week of Valentine’s dates, I tell myself it’s fine. It’s for charity. It’s a fresh start: Dane—all easy charm and warm ...

I came for a quiet drink to forget about Valentine’s Day. I left with four hockey players... and a heat I can’t control. My alpha dumped me the night before Valentine’s Day. Publicly. For a “better” omega. So when four gorgeous hockey players invite me to join their pity party at the bar, I say yes. They’ve been dumped too—their pack omega left them for a rival team, and the media won’t let them forget it. Somewhere around drink four, we make a pact: fake a Valentine’s Day date. One dinner. One performance. Prove we’ve all moved on. Except dinner doesn’t feel fake. And...

I boarded that train for content for my AlphaTube channel. I disembarked with four hockey players who refuse to let me go. Two days on the Coast Starlight. Scenic views. Great footage for my travel channel. Then my heat hit somewhere between LA and Seattle. No suppressants strong enough. No escape from the narrow corridors. And one alpha in the observation car whose scent makes me forget my own name… and then tells me his pack is boarding at the next stop. Soren—the pack alpha whose commanding presence has me melting before he says a word. Crispin—the elegant strategist who takes me ...

I came to plan my best friend’s wedding. I met four alphas who won’t let me go. Naughty Knots Paradise was supposed to be simple: three weeks, one wedding, and zero complications. Then I meet the alphas on staff: Jensen—the head of hospitality who keeps sliding me refreshments when I forget to eat. Corbin—the grumpy event coordinator who hates my ideas and watches me like I’m a problem he can’t solve. Oren—the quiet groundskeeper who keeps to himself and tends to his greenhouse like it’s his sanctuary. And then there’s Rhys—the bride’s brother. The one I’ve wanted ...

I stopped at a highway motel because the whiteout was getting dangerous. I didn’t expect the last room key to come with three hockey men… and a heat I couldn’t hide. The Kestrel Motor Lodge is the kind of place you only choose when the roads turn to ice and the snow comes down sideways—buzzing neon, stale coffee, and one exhausted clerk begging everyone to stay inside. As Isolde Penrose, an unbonded omega headed to Puckridge for a Winter Lights job interview, I tell myself it’s fine. One night. A locked door. A hot shower. Then the lobby fills with alpha scent and damp hockey gear...

On my first day at Naughty Knots, my boss handed me a clipboard, a smile, and one simple task: “Please keep the Brat Pack from burning the place down.” I thought she was joking. Then I met them. Four alphas and one beta who’ve been coming to the resort three years running, flunking every program Naughty Knots offers: Failed scent compatibility trials. Failed pack dynamics workshops. Failed “How Not to Terrify Omegas” remedial course. They wreck Scent Bar props, turn serious modules into drinking games, and somehow started a hashtag on the resort socials: #BratPackFails Guests love...

I went to the pharmacy for my suppressants. I left with three strangers… and a heat I couldn’t outrun. Winter Lights turns Puckridge into a glowing postcard—crowded sidewalks, hot cider, and way too many alphas packed into one small town. As Vesper Keene, an unbonded omega who’s been managing alone for way too long, my plan is simple: grab my refill, keep my scent contained, get back to my apartment, and pretend my body isn’t about to betray me while waiting in line. Then the pharmacist announces the words every omega dreads: shipping delay… we’re out of meds. The three men ...

Two years on staff. Hundreds of happy matches… for guests, not for me. I’m Lindsey Lance, surf instructor at Naughty Knots Paradise, and I’ve seen the program work like clockwork. Scent labs. Compatibility modules. Twenty-one days of supervised trials that turn skeptics into bonded omegas. For everyone except me. Then they check in, and suddenly I’m burning up. Four alphas. Best friends since college. Here for the full twenty-one-day experience because solo matching hasn’t worked and they’re done pretending it will. They’re not supposed to be my problem: Jonas, their ...

I check packs in. I schedule heats. I’m not supposed to be on the guest list. At Naughty Knots, omegas are meant to be guests, not staff. The retreat likes its employees safely neutral: betas at the front desk, betas in counseling, alpha security on strict suppressants. I’m the exception that proves the rule—a quiet little omega on mandatory blockers, tucked behind the reception desk with a polite smile. My job is simple: Greet the arriving packs. Check them into their luxury suites. Keep my scent under control and my hands to myself. Then they walk in. Five alphas on a 25-day pack ...

I stayed late to help with the Winter Lights toy drive. I didn’t expect the blizzard to lock me in… and my heat to light up like a bonfire. At the Old Mill Icehouse, Winter Lights means packed stands, sticky cocoa, and mountains of donated toys waiting to be sorted. As Elowen Sutter, I’m supposed to be the quiet volunteer who keeps things moving behind the scenes—tape the boxes, stack the plushies, head home before the last Zamboni lap. Until my body decides to betray me early. One minute I’m hauling quilts down a staff corridor. The next, storm protocol slams the building into ...

Twenty-five alphas. Twenty-five days. One “broken” omega the algorithm swears it can fix. Everyone says my biology is defective. My heats are late or not at all. My scent doesn’t hit alphas the way it should. The one time I almost bonded, he walked away before the bite sank in. So when Naughty Knots offers me a sponsored spot in their Fated Mate Matches pilot, I sign up. It’s supposed to be simple: 1. Spend twenty-five days in their remote mountain facility. 2. Meet twenty-five carefully vetted alphas in a series of scent trials, compatibility modules, and controlled heat support. 3...

I’m a mafia princess. The arena darling. One omega who was never supposed to belong to anyone but a stranger in a tailored suit. And then my heat hits in the middle of a sold-out hockey game. One minute the crowd is screaming for their hometown heroes. The next, five alphas on the ice smell me—and the entire team falls apart. The captain misses an easy play, eyes locked on the glass where I’m pressed. The enforcer levels the wrong man just to get between me and the boards. The star center fumbles a puck he could handle in his sleep. The Russian import hits the wall so hard the arena ...