Building My Pack
In a world where my designation is the only thing that matters to society, I choose to hide it. Perfuming as an omega as a teenager forced a more unconventional route of keeping my secret. Participating in trial suppressants, has allowed me to live life as a beta. With a successful career and white picket fence home, all is perfect until the man who I’d hoped to marry one day leaves me for another woman and her pack.
Unbeknownst to the both of us, his new pack stole more than just my heart. A fact that becomes abundantly clear with my reaction to a certain few alphas, allowing them the opportunity to break me even more. What is it they say about storms? Batten down the hatches, or is it stick your head between your knees and kiss your bum goodbye? My name is Bryce Hartley, and I guess we’ll find out.
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