The Eros Institute Omegaverse

Tessa Fortune's made peace with her pain.

Almost.

She's survived two winters on the street, kept her cat fed, and forgotten how it felt to be touched like she mattered.

Once, she was the perfect Omega—groomed, adored, destined for a life of luxury.

Then came the plane crash.

The screaming headlines.

The concert she never should have attended.

Backstage that night, Tessa met the lead singer of Oblivion Haze.

Ryder Hendrix was all cocky smiles and chaos, and he kissed her like he already knew her soul. She desperately wanted to meet the other Alphas at the center of her teenage dreams—Dixon St. James. Mac Masters. Tray Rivers. But then that world-shattering phone call came, and Tessa ran away from the man, the music, and the matches that could have been.

The next morning, her world burned.

Now, desperate and alone, Tessa sells her scent to a shady research lab for a night of hot food and clean sheets. She signs a contract that she barely reads.

She just wants a break. A breath. A chance to rest.

She doesn't know this choice will irrevocably tie her to a pack of nearly feral, dangerously famous Alphas.

Ryder hasn't stopped spiraling since that mystery Omega at the Seattle show. His rock star pack thinks he's out of his mind, but no high, no heat, no groupie has ever replaced what he lost to that one wild kiss. He knows, to his bones, she's exactly what he, Dixon, Mac, and Tray need. If only she'd met them that night. If only he could have found her.

He never even knew her name.

But now she's back.

It's her photo in the match report. It's her intoxicating Omega scent saturating the package sent by Eros. The others smell her too, and they finally understand. Tessa Fortune is their Omega. And she's under contract.

But she's not the same girl from the crowd—carefree and passionate. She's not going to accept her fate easily. Because Tessa didn't survive hell just to belong to anyone.

Not even to the Alphas who unknowingly broke her heart before they ever claimed it.

Standalone with an HEA in The Eros Institute Omegaverse (world-building elements are woven into different installments); slow burn (in the form of a mystery kiss which leads to years of separate suffering); high spice with consent (MMFMM, #swordcrossing); both brooding and bubblegum Alphas; no shifting. For mature listeners.