Who wants a shot at love and a pack of their very own? Not this b*tch.
After growing up in the famous Stryker pack, with six dads, two moms and fifteen siblings, do you know what I want? To finally get some F*#!ING peace and quiet.
Too bad I’ve perfumed and had to sign up at the Institute as an omega.
Nothing will stand between me and my dream—to finally get a nice calm secretarial job—not even sexy twins or chiseled abs. At least, thats what I tell myself.
But when destiny crashes into all my careful plans with HOT scent matches, will I be able to cling to my hope for a simple life? Or will I let them sweep me off my feet?
