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I'm a socially awkward omega. They are alphas who live in the spotlight. We are complete opposites, but for some reason they want me. I'm not going to deny it, there's something about them that pulls me closer, but things are complicated. I didn't want to burden them with all my baggage when they have the chance of finding an omega who suited their lifestyle. No matter how hard I try to push them away, they always find a way to draw me closer. And like they say, they aren't planning on stopping until they claim me as their omega. *** AN NON-SHIFTER REVERSE HAREM AGE GAP OMEGAVERSE NOVEL ***

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.

“Let me taste you, Oliver,” Arias’s voice strained, his large hands holding the male he loved against him. Oliver’s brows dipped, coming together, pain etched across his features. “W-what?,” he stuttered, shocked at the enormity of Arias’s request. “W-we can’t do that.” ----- I was supposed to marry her. The female my father chose, the one who would bind our packs together and make me the alpha everyone expected. But gods, I didn’t want her. I wanted him. Arias fucking Thorne, the youngest alpha of the nine packs, dangerous and overwhelming and everything I couldn’t be. My father would kill us both if he knew. We’d be banished. But while I was busy trying not to burn for the wrong wolven, something worse was stirring in the shadows. Wolves were turning into nightmares, creatures with bloodshot eyes and bones that bent wrong. And somehow, my blood, the forbidden fire I’d spent my life hiding, was the key to it all. The packs were splintering. An ancient evil was rising. And I was caught between duty and a male who made me feel like I was worth more than just my title.

Oliver Steward After struggling to come to terms with losing my cousin to another pack and the strain everything has brought on my family, I decided to focus on becoming a better Alpha than my father. Training every day and night to improve, working on all my skills so I can help my pack. Truths are revealed as I find out why my Beta was banished and what is happening to my pack members. In doing so, I form an unlikely friendship with an enemy. Amongst all the chaos, will a small ray of hope be found by finding one person who I was made for by the goddess herself? Sophia Whitlock My mother is a witch from a long line of witches, and my father is an Alpha wolf. I may as well be a human as I inherited nothing from either of them, unlike my sister, who is an Alpha. I train every day to be better for her and our small pack. I swear we will never again experience what happened three years ago. Alpha heir Oliver Steward walks into our little bit of paradise, and my world is completely turned outside down. The Alpha Series: 1. Alpha Zander (Completed) 2. Alpha Oliver (Ongoing)

Leah's Point of view I knew he wasn't for me. I'm not a she-wolf nor a high rank that meets his level. Nonetheless, when his family engaged me as his personal doctor, I had a different feeling. I'm Omega, and all the pack I have encountered thinks of me as a low-level threat. Whenever Alphas and Betas want to play and harm, we are their stress relievers. The epicenter of mocking. Nevertheless, I may be the last one to eat, but I'd rather get harmed battling them than receive scratches without doing anything. Amoux's Point of view I admire how she stands on her own two feet, even if she is in a lower rank. But I dislike her every time she leads me — her duty is merely to heal me! I am the future Lycan King, and she must obey me! However, what should I do if one day, I just woke up and started to realize that I was going along with her demands. I won't like her. I won't fall for that Omega! No matter what… I must reject her.

I fell in love with a mysterious stranger online. Morpheus. For three months, I’ve fallen asleep blushing at his blunt, dirty texts. "Can you feel how much I crave you, sweetie?" "I saw you in my dreams again last night. Writhing beneath me, screaming my name." I was finally ready to ask him to meet. Then he sent a photo. Just a casual shot of his desk. But right in the center sat an ancient book. Stamped on the cover was a crest I knew all too well: the Ouroboros of the Valerius vampire clan. And I happened to work at the exact museum where the Valerius clan stores their immortal relics. For three whole months, I had been sexting an immortal predator. A vampire who was probably watching me from the shadows every single day. While my brain was spinning, trying to piece together his face, my eyes landed on it. The custom blood-garnet signet ring I had helped "Morpheus" design... was currently gleaming on the finger of my boss, Alistair.