When an omega passes her heat at a facility, she signs a waver just in case. Because accidents do happen.
I’m an accident.
Not a fatal one, but one where something went very wrong.
Now, I am nothing but instinct, barely human, only my savage omega self.
Kept as a curiosity in a lab for experimentation, I’ll never know love or acceptance. I’ll never have a family or a future.
When I escape, the facility cannot allow me to be free. Society at large cannot know about accidents like me, after all.
They’ve created other experiments from accidents just for this purpose. Feral alphas, trained to use their unerring alpha instincts to hunt down omegas.
But when these alphas find me, they are not trained to claim me.
They are trained to kill.
The facility isn’t counting one thing, something so rare they don’t even know it exists. These deadly alphas are my scent match.
