When she signed up for a reality tv show, Haven Avery was just looking for a way to pay off her debts. She never expected that her number might come up. Now she's living in a pack house with a ruthless feral alpha and a beta with a secret... and things are about to get intense.


Haven
Fat girls like me don’t make the prime time hours on shows like Omega Girls. Instead, if our number comes up, we’re relegated to the late night spots as we search for a pack. I get one camera guy—Arlo, who is a beta, of course—and some motion-activated cameras. I’m basically entertainment for insomniacs and obsessives. But I never wanted to be a star, so that’s the least of my problems.

I’m much more concerned about one very angry alpha, a feral felon who has been assigned to "take the edge off" my heat spikes until I settle on a pack. Apparently the show pulled him out of prison just to... keep me calm. He's bulky and bitter and seems to prefer punching people to talking. But as soon as I scented him, I knew there was more to him than a feral with a record. Not that he's interested in hearing that from me. He'll be watching over my shoulder during pack interviews, too. That's gonna go great.

And then there’s the fact that Arlo just keeps getting more attractive. He works for the show, which makes this attraction strictly out of bounds… but can I help it if my blood pumps faster every time he’s in the room?


Reese
Getting out of prison early on good behavior is one thing. Getting out so I can take the edge of some omega for the cameras is another. Not that I can expect to get close to an omega any other way -- a feral with an omega? I think it's hilarious.

That is, until I meet her. There’s no way around it: I fall hard. Everywhere I go, I’m haunted by those deep velvet eyes, and a scent that makes my instincts roar. She makes me want to promise her things I know I can’t deliver. I’m a criminal—a loser—and I can’t seem to stop putting my foot in my mouth when she’s around. I need to stay out of her way so she can choose someone else. It doesn't matter how much I want her.

As for Arlo, I should want him even less. He’s the reason I went to prison. I’ve hated him since I was fifteen. So why does his scent seem to follow me as much as Haven's? The two of them are so sweet, I want to take a bite. But I know that neither of them can be mine.


Arlo
When I was fifteen, I made the worst mistake of my life, and it sent Reese Tribbi to prison. Ever since, I vowed that I would find a way to help him if I ever could. So when my job asked me to find available ferals for the show, I jumped at the chance to spring him from prison.

I knew he would hate me. I knew he wouldn’t want anything to do with me. …What I didn’t count on was how much I would still want him. Now I’m stuck between a rock hard feral and the softest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.

And I can’t tell either of them the truth about who I am.