Absolutely Knot

I’m nothing but omega trash. Disposable.

Damaged beyond repair.

Stripping may not be every little girl’s dream, but it sure as hell beats being some pack’s little pet.

Heats, bite marks, and scent matches?

Absolutely knot.

Yet my plans of a pack-free existence blow out of the window when my boss sells me to a client, and that was how I became the property of the Whitefang Pack.

Ted, Killian, Fionn, and Hiroshi are death incarnate. The most notorious pack in the city. Everyone fears them, and I’d be wise to do their bidding.

In their wildest dreams.

I am no one’s property, and I will escape.

They'll see.