Life as an omega can be pretty great.

We’re pampered, cared for, and desired.

Especially an omega who has a good pack.

That’s not me, though. I’m flying solo.

That’s why I started working at Allure—an exclusive omega-only club that caters to lonely alphas.

The perfect place to meet a pack that will get me through my heat.

Because it’s fast approaching, and I don’t want to face it alone.

Not again.

But should I pick the alphas that are perfect on paper…

...or let my heart decide?