The Pretty Omega Was an Alpha

I am severely nearsighted. When my heat hit without warning, I mistook the man entering my apartment for Noah, the childhood friend I had loved for years. I begged him to hold me, bite me, and not stop. The next morning, I put on my glasses and realized the man who had fully marked me was Julian Cross—Noah’s dream Omega and the rival I was supposed to hate. Except Julian was not an Omega. He was a beautiful, dangerous Alpha whose pheromones could bring other Alphas to their knees. I wanted the mark removed. Julian arrived with three suitcases, moved into my apartment, and demanded that I take responsibility for him. Then Noah asked me to help him confess to Julian. One man wanted me to marry him. The other wanted me to help him win the Alpha who had marked me. But when Julian removed his scent blocker in the middle of Noah’s romantic confession and walked straight toward me, I realized none of us understood who was chasing whom.