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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...

The first time I see my pack, I’m in a shipping crate. The auction house calls me a “premium breeder asset”—perfect genetics, compliant temperament, guaranteed heats. I’m muzzled, collared, and listed on a manifest as cargo bound for a warlord’s private dock. The men who take delivery are not his guards. They’re smugglers with a dozen warrants, a patched-together freighter, and one shared scent that hits my omega instincts like gravity. Everyone assumes they’re just another link in the supply chain—hauling me to whatever cage my buyer has waiting. They don’t. Instead, ...

I signed on to map the unknown, not to die in it. As an Omega cartographer, I joined a Syrix explorer’s crew to chart the unmarked edges of the Veil—a nebula so dense it eats ships whole. The Alpha captain is brilliant, arrogant, and entirely too calm when everything goes to hell. One wrong jump. One silent predator. One ship torn open like aluminum foil. Now it’s just the two of us, stranded in the hollow of an ancient alien ruin that’s somehow still alive. Its walls hum. The air shimmers. Our pheromones spike every time the lights pulse. He’s trying to keep me focused on ...

I was supposed to disappear. I broke out of a breeders’ research wing with nothing but a stolen datachip and a half-healed brand on my wrist. If I can get the evidence to the right Allied magistrate, the entire program falls. If they catch me first, I vanish into a black site no one will ever audit. I almost make it three sectors before the hunters find me. They move like a unit: four Alphas in matte-black armor, off-book and off-duty, hired under the table to bring the runaway breeder in alive. They call themselves a “containment team.” The rest of the galaxy calls them monsters. I ...

One minute I’m tracking a bounty across the Free Belts, the next a sandstorm strands me in a half-dead outpost with the very Alpha I came here to capture. He swears he’s not the man on my warrant. I don’t believe him—not with that voice, that stare, that refusal to yield. Outside, the two suns beat down and the storm claws at the shields. Inside, the walls hum with failing power and outlaw politics waiting to crush us both. Omegas like me aren’t supposed to trust Alphas like him. But with the desert closing in—and my heat rising under twin suns— I might have to do more than ...

One minute I’m undercover on a luxury liner, the next a Zyren Alpha agent is claiming me under a fake bond. It’s the only way to protect my cover as an Omega escort. The mission comes first: find the black-market pheromone dealer and take him down. But the bond means public displays. Staged touches. Pretend kisses. And every one of them feels dangerously real. When the conspiracy reaches all the way to the Registry, we’ll have to decide— do we drop the act? or make it forever?

One minute I’m in Bay Six tightening a coolant line, the next I’m face-first against my own bulkhead, wrists clamped in magnetic cuffs. The Interstellar Bond Registry doesn’t waste time on pleasantries. The Tarkuun who slapped them on doesn’t say a word—just glances over my shoulder like he’s checking the cargo manifest… or sizing up my scent. The Concordance changed the galaxy. Alphas like him were born to take command. Omegas like me were meant to obey. Only problem? I’m very, very bad at that.

One minute I’m running cargo through the Outlands, the next I’m chained to a bulkhead on a raider flagship. The Vel’kari Alpha guarding me has bond marks that glow when he’s angry. And he’s always angry. I’m just ransom—until he finds the classified navigation core hidden in my ship. Now we’re both on the run, crammed into a stolen shuttle with one bunk and too many enemies. Every slipstream jump takes us further from safety… and closer to each other. And heat cycles wait for no one.

One minute I’m answering a distress call, the next I’m trapped aboard a crippled Tarkuun warship. The Alpha captain is a decorated hero with zero patience for civilians. The feeling is mutual. A slipstream storm strands us light-years from help. Oxygen’s running low. And somewhere aboard, a saboteur is still at work. I should be focused on keeping the ship alive. But with my heat cycle approaching, every hour in those narrow engineering bays feels like a test I’m going to fail.

I arrive to broker peace. Instead, they hand me a marriage contract. I’m an Omega diplomat with a spotless record and a spine of steel. My “intended”? A notorious Ka’thari Alpha strategist whose smile hides blades. We’ve met once before—and it ended in a duel. Now the High Council wants our bond to seal an alliance. The ballrooms glitter. The corridors whisper. The knives are… polite. Rituals demand we act like lovers. But when attacks close in, we learn to weaponize the ceremony. Smiles on the dais. Secrets in the dark. A bond used as both shield and snare. I promised myself ...

One minute I’m docking freighters, the next a human Alpha captain is storming up my berth like he owns the station. Now his ship’s stuck here for “repairs”… and his berth is crawling with Citadel inspectors. The man is infuriating. Smug. Impossible to ignore. Worse — my heat suppressant shipment is late. Omegas like me are supposed to keep their distance from Alphas like him. Instead, I’m hiding in his quarters, breathing the same air. And finding out “enemy” might not mean what I thought.

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