They pulled me from the ocean…now they’re drowning me in need
New Town. New job. No drama.
That was the plan.
Next thing I know, I’m falling off a boat into the Pacific Ocean and the surliest Alpha in existence is rescuing me.
Turns out? Were scent matched. And he can’t stand me.
Cass—the grumpy sea captain with stormy eyes.
JP—the brooding, sin-scented mechanic who looks at me like he wants to devour me.
Quinn—the flirty single dad whose son already has my heart.
Now I’m spiraling into my first heat, scent-matched to all three—and desperate to be knotted six ways from Sunday.
I didn’t mean to catch a pack.
I definitely didn’t mean to fall for them.
But my Omega wants them—every possessive, protective, maddening inch.
And if anyone tries to take them from me?
They’d better know how to swim.
