What Genre Does 'Option B' Belong To?

Lucy the beloved daughter of Alpha James, has never experienced love. Whilst visiting a neighbouring pack she is thrown into a life of love, jealousy and betrayal. Torn between two, neither one wants to let her go and she can not choose between them. They are both fated to love her and while trying to navigate their complicated love triangle, she is thrown into an unexpected battle and finds herself all alone. The only way she can survive is putting her trust in a group of outcasts, who quickly become her family.

This story is about a girl who lives in New York City and is moving to a town called Bluemoon because of her father's job. Follow her to the journey of finding love and discovering new things and a newmeaning to life. And finding that everything she has ever know is a lie. A story of a teenage girl whose life turns upside.

My fiancé presented two engagement rings—one for me, one for my sister to choose first. The first was a three-carat fancy pink diamond, flown in from Antwerp, the kind that made dealers go quiet. The second was a plain platinum band, standard issue, the sort you buy off the tray as a backup. For the first time in my life, I pointed at the pink diamond. "I'll choose first this time." Dante Moretti ran his hand through my hair, the way you soothe a restless dog. "Eleanor, you know Grace has always been particular. If she can't have the best, she'd rather have nothing. You've never cared about any of this. The other one is fine." I didn't answer. My chest felt hollow. We'd grown up together—his father ran the West Coast territory, mine the East. But in Dante's eyes, I'd always been the second daughter, the one who got what Grace didn't want. Every summer, he'd cut watermelon and bring the first plate to Grace. She'd take the center slice—sweetest, seedless, deepest red. He'd push the rest toward me—the pale pink near the rind. "This part's still good. Just not as sweet." When he bought his first Maserati, Grace picked the front seat—less motion sickness. He gestured at the back. "A little tight, but you can pick either side." Even our love was secondhand. He'd loved Grace first. She chose her academic career over him. So Dante, wounded and restless, came to me. In his world, Grace was always the first choice. I looked at the platinum band and pushed it across the table. "Give them both to Grace. I don't want either."

If jinx was a person,it would be me. After losing my parents in a fatal accident, I was left to cater for my disabled younger brother—the only survivor of the accident. As if struggling to make ends meet wasn't enough, I lost the man I was deeply in love with to another woman. With a broken heart, I tried to move on from him and I picked up my financial responsibilities from where he left off as a bartender. However, my fate took a wild turn when Liam, my brother needed a huge amount of money for his surgery. Desperate to save Liam's life, I accepted a contract marriage from a stranger–a stranger who happened to have a one night stand with me by mistake. What stemmed from clauses and paperwork soon blossomed into love—except I was the only one falling in love. Raphael never loved me but giving up wasn't an option, I was willing to wait for him. But my hope of winning Raphael's heart died when I found out I was just the other woman in his life

News of a wedding in Nordica's top power family lit up the world. But at the rehearsal, I caught my fiancée, Ivette Bianchi, making out with her childhood sweetheart, Jerick Weiner. "Babe, we've been in love forever. Let me use your first-time blood as pigment for my art?" Ivette blushed, hesitated— Jerick didn't wait. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her. "My best piece needs that color," he whispered. "I want this painting to end our youth." I watched them twisted together, ice-cold. Dropped the ring. It clattered across the floor. "Go through with the ceremony," I said. "Or your family goes broke." She stiffened, shoved Jerick off, and spat, "Fine." Then she turned right back, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside. "It's just a bachelorette party. I won't miss the rehearsal." The door slammed. I didn't react. I was done. I made the call. "Change the bride. And yeah—the Bianchis crossed the line first. I want them erased."

Amaya, is engaged to James but runs into her first love in the club. Seeing him brings back old memories and feelings. Will she cheat and go back to her ex or will she stay with her fiancé?