The Omega Auction Chronicles Series by Kian Rhodes

Trevor In most packs, an Omega, even one who couldn’t breed, was treasured and would be revered and protected; not cast aside, but our pack was not like most packs, and I was not like most Omegas. I was human, so I understood why I was being sent to the auction. I didn’t like it, but I understood it. Even if there had been affection for me, even if they had been willing to keep me as a pet (neither of these was the case, but an Omega could dream), Cal couldn’t afford not to sell me... moreTrevor In most packs, an Omega, even one who couldn’t breed, was treasured and would be revered and protected; not cast aside, but our pack was not like most packs, and I was not like most Omegas. I was human, so I understood why I was being sent to the auction. I didn’t like it, but I understood it. Even if there had been affection for me, even if they had been willing to keep me as a pet (neither of these was the case, but an Omega could dream), Cal couldn’t afford not to sell me. Clint Omegas were hard to come by worldwide. While I would have preferred to mate for love, it didn’t seem that it was in the cards for me. I had taken over as pack Alpha five years earlier, and it was high time that I started adding to the pack population. Granted my pack is run less rigidly than some; the Betas in my pack are not just allowed to breed but actively encouraged to. Unfortunately, only a small number of Beta females are fertile enough to get pregnant, and I’ll be damned if I am going to hump my way through the pack until I find the ones who are. Which brought me full circle to why I was standing in line to pick up the bidding paddle at the auction house. Less, even, than a marriage of convenience, purchasing an Omega at the auction was more of a long-term service contract; a means to an end, so what was an Alpha to do when he found his soul mate on the auction block?5% of royalties received from the sale of Soul Mate for Sale are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. less

Warning for violent, non-consensual acts. This book does feature a strong hurt/comfort theme that involves references (non-explicit) to a violent rape. Colby Until I pissed Lloyd off, I'd always thought that the Omega Auctions were an urban myth, something that packs used to scare Omegas into obeying. As it turns out, not so much. When Lloyd and Ivan delivered me to the auction house, it was immediately clear that shit had just gotten real... moreWarning for violent, non-consensual acts. This book does feature a strong hurt/comfort theme that involves references (non-explicit) to a violent rape. Colby Until I pissed Lloyd off, I'd always thought that the Omega Auctions were an urban myth, something that packs used to scare Omegas into obeying. As it turns out, not so much. When Lloyd and Ivan delivered me to the auction house, it was immediately clear that shit had just gotten real. I could only guess at what Lloyd had written on my intake forms, but it was obvious that these people believed I was dangerous. Rafe "Usually only one reason that an Alpha buys someone like me." Colby had said. I watched the emotions flitting through eyes on a face set like stone and considered his words. Colby might be bigger, stronger, and, yeah, tougher than most Omegas but he was still an Omega. An unbonded Omega with no pack. An Omega who thought that the differences that set him apart, the differences that made my wolf scream with the need to claim him, meant that he'd stay that way. 5% of royalties received from the sale of Buyer Beware are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. less

Kenny In this place, the Omega Auction House, I was nothing but a commodity. A far cry from when I had just turned eighteen and after intense vetting and negotiations, my father had proudly announced that he’d placed me with the Whiskey River pack. No one could dispute that it had been a good placement, as I’d spent the next four years being spoiled and cosseted by my Alpha... moreKenny In this place, the Omega Auction House, I was nothing but a commodity. A far cry from when I had just turned eighteen and after intense vetting and negotiations, my father had proudly announced that he’d placed me with the Whiskey River pack. No one could dispute that it had been a good placement, as I’d spent the next four years being spoiled and cosseted by my Alpha. Four years of sharing his life, whimpering under his touch, and raising the pups that we had created together only to find myself here. Pregnant and alone, abandoned by the Alpha who'd sworn to make me his own. Drey Hell and damnation! My opportunity to make a good first impression on my new Omega and damned if my grand entrance hadn't gone unnoticed. Both Omegas present were intently focused on the dragon in the room. Not only that, but the bastard had a firm grip on the neck of the sweet little redhead I had just purchased. I wasn’t one to cling to the old adage that wolves and dragons had to be enemies, but seriously. Damn dragon. One unwanted Omega plus one eager Alpha, it should be simple, right? When Kenny's former Alpha attempts to re-stake his claim, the complications mount with Kenny the grand prize in The Mating Game. 5% of royalties received from the sale of The Mating Game are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. less

The Omega Auction, Omega Auction Short Stories, and The Omega Rescue books have all been rebranded under The Omega Auction Chronicles in the order of publication. 5% of royalties received from the sale of all Omega Auction Chronicle books are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24... moreThe Omega Auction, Omega Auction Short Stories, and The Omega Rescue books have all been rebranded under The Omega Auction Chronicles in the order of publication. 5% of royalties received from the sale of all Omega Auction Chronicle books are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24.How many Omegas can say they were rescued BY a kidnapping ring before they were rescued FROM it?Thane was an Omega with a very dark secret trying to break free from an unpleasant past when he was hired as a paralegal in the local shifter law firm.Alpha Haldrian Christof, Drey to his friends, was one of the few local attorneys specialing in shifter law. His first attempt at claiming an Omega, a visit to the Omega auction, had ultimately failed. That didn't stop him from falling for his new paralegal, a kidnapping victim with soft blond curls and entrancing blue eyes.When Thane's past catches up with him, will Drey be able to protect him or will his Omega be deemed unlawfully claimed? less

"He has to go." The words echoed through the cavernous great-room that held my cage. I could have winced at the venom dripping from the Alpha's voice. I could have cried at the injustice of being sent away after the injuries already visited upon me. I did neither, I simply closed my eyes and tried to block out the hateful noise as I breathed against the searing pain in my abdomen... more"He has to go." The words echoed through the cavernous great-room that held my cage. I could have winced at the venom dripping from the Alpha's voice. I could have cried at the injustice of being sent away after the injuries already visited upon me. I did neither, I simply closed my eyes and tried to block out the hateful noise as I breathed against the searing pain in my abdomen. Captive or not, I would have preferred to stay in my human form – it was much more efficient at achieving a comfortable body temperature – but with neither clothing nor bedding provided in my cage to help me retain my body heat, I wouldn't have been much better off. Instead, I lay curled in my wrought iron cage, my tail wrapped tightly around my body, the tip hooked over my snout as I tried to retain every bit of warmth available in the damp, drafty castle. "But he's an Omega," the dowager dragoness argued. "That's rare in itself, but he's a jeweled dragon!" She clucked to herself. "A jeweled Omega! Do you know how rare a combination that is?" "Of course I do," the Alpha replied, exasperation seeping into his voice. "But the bloodlines are useless if we can't control who breeds him." He huffed and I heard a brief sizzle as his fiery breath clearly got too close to something. "Mother, he's a whore. Do you really wish to bring that type of breeding stock into the lineage?" "No, no. Of course not," she answered, sighing heavily. "When Harold takes a mate, of course it should be one as pure as he or she is fertile." Another sigh. "The children would have been beautiful, though. Where do you intend to send him?" "The Omega Auction," the Alpha said firmly. "That's the only place I can think of to unload him without his virginity intact without cheating anyone." "Of course, the auction," the dragoness said slowly. "Yes, I suppose that's for the best. 5% of royalties received from the sale of Soul Mate for Sale are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. less

This book shares ASIN B01N40BZS3 with The Omega Chronicles #1-15.This book contains Soul Mate for Sale, Buyer Beware, The Mating Game, Unlawfully Claimed and All That Glitters in one volume. Please see the individual titles for their descriptions. 5% of the profit from The Omega Chronicles is donated to The Trevor Project.

(Excerpt from The Omega Rescue: Book One Unlawfully Claimed) “W-what’s it l-l-like?” Spencer asked, his black eyes wide. “It’s great.” Thane smiled at the small Omega. “We need to find all of you your perfect match.” He grinned broadly at me. “I-I-I don’t think there’s an Alpha for me.” Spencer shook his head, a tenuous smile on his face. “I-I better keep l-l-looking for a job.” Spencer’s story begins…... more(Excerpt from The Omega Rescue: Book One Unlawfully Claimed) “W-what’s it l-l-like?” Spencer asked, his black eyes wide. “It’s great.” Thane smiled at the small Omega. “We need to find all of you your perfect match.” He grinned broadly at me. “I-I-I don’t think there’s an Alpha for me.” Spencer shook his head, a tenuous smile on his face. “I-I better keep l-l-looking for a job.” Spencer’s story begins…. Max had begun trying to sell me off as breeding stock almost immediately after taking control and was willing to foist me off on anyone who even sniffed in my direction. To his ongoing irritation, as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, all interested parties had turned tail and run. One particularly unkind Alpha had paused in his flight long enough to compare conversing with me to a battery acid mange dip - and then gone on to tell Max that he would prefer the dip. Unable to send me to the Omega auction – they wouldn't accept faulty merchandise – Max had found an alternative that in his mind solved all of our problems. It got me off the pack's teat and found me a home - of sorts. The fact that it meant me agreeing to go into service as a prostitute didn't seem to bother him at all. That was what had brought him to our shanty that evening. If I couldn't find a mate in the next week, I’d be shipped off to Howling Hank's Whore House. Classy name, huh? Somehow Max must have gotten wind of our plan to thwart him because while Mom was at work the next day, he came to visit me. He wasn’t alone. "Spencer?” The stranger greeted me, holding his hand out. "I'm Jack.” I nodded and tried to make my split lip pull up into a smile, wondering if Max had found another Alpha for me to try to impress. I scented the air, but I didn't smell Alpha. In fact, I didn’t smell anything. I shook his hand and jerked back at a sharp pain in my wrist. I didn't even have time to question what had happened before the room began to spin. Then, everything went dark. less

You asked for Vlad and Jackal's story - here it is! This is not a stand-alone story! If you haven't read The Omega Auction and The Omega Rescue book, it will not make sense and you will be disappointed! 5% of all royalties received for His Perfect Mate are donated to The Trevor Project to assist them in providing life-saving services to LGBTQ youth in crisis.

Sebastian After rescuing us from a kidnapping ring, Clint, the Alpha of the Coruscation werewolves and his Omega, Trevor, had gone out of their way to make us comfortable. They'd hosted social events for us and arranged job training. They'd even allowed me to travel thousands of miles to Terena de Dragoni – a small kingdom in Canada – to stay with Spence and his new Alpha, Harry. And there, in the ancient royal castle of Terena de Dragoni, is where my story really began…. moreSebastian After rescuing us from a kidnapping ring, Clint, the Alpha of the Coruscation werewolves and his Omega, Trevor, had gone out of their way to make us comfortable. They'd hosted social events for us and arranged job training. They'd even allowed me to travel thousands of miles to Terena de Dragoni – a small kingdom in Canada – to stay with Spence and his new Alpha, Harry. And there, in the ancient royal castle of Terena de Dragoni, is where my story really began….. Terena de Dragoni "Wouldn't you rather find a mate?" I almost laughed. As an Omega, of course, I wanted a mate but, truthfully, who would want to get heirs on an orphaned Omega with no clue what his bloodline was? With the prospects of a mate dim, I would have been thrilled to be a super-hero, like the Blood Valley Omega, Colby, or an empath, like Trevor from the Coruscation werewolves, but not every Omega could be something special. Some of us had to be good old fashioned breeding stock. Unfortunately, I wasn't even good for that. Ultimately, I was hoping just to find my place in the world, regardless of where it was. "Thanks, sweetie," I pressed a kiss to his cheek, "but I think we all know that isn't in the cards for me." Alrick For all intents and purposes, there are three ways that an Alpha can claim leadership of a pack. Bloodline, murder, or theft. For me, the pup of a pack that had deemed me damaged and abandoned me to the council, the first option wasn't an option at all. The second and third? Well, let’s just stop at morally repugnant and move on to where I did end up which wasn't leading a pack. Like so many young Alphas, I was determined to prove that I could make my place in the world strictly by my own merit. Of course, what I was to learn – and quickly – was that at the ripe old age of eighteen, I had no merit. Instead, I clawed my way forward, every advance bought with blood, sweat, and tears, until, eight grueling years later, I commanded the North American team of the most elite special forces in shifter society; the Böxenwolf Brigade. That service was how I came to find myself in my current predicament; standing in the Terena de Dragoni royal castle, pretending that I couldn't hear every word between the two whispering Omegas at the other end of the room. less

I stood at the end of the gravel drive that wound through the dirt patch. The parched soil was cracked and barren, with only the occasional overly-ambitious weed poking through to add a touch of color. “Council of Packs Veteran’s Rehabilitation Center,” I read aloud from the weathered wooden sign hanging precariously over the sterile stainless steel doors in front of me. Without that sign, the anonymous gray concrete block walls could have shrouded any establishment... moreI stood at the end of the gravel drive that wound through the dirt patch. The parched soil was cracked and barren, with only the occasional overly-ambitious weed poking through to add a touch of color. “Council of Packs Veteran’s Rehabilitation Center,” I read aloud from the weathered wooden sign hanging precariously over the sterile stainless steel doors in front of me. Without that sign, the anonymous gray concrete block walls could have shrouded any establishment. The metallic click of the magnetic lock releasing broke the evening silence as the door hitched, swinging open a few inches in response to the buzzer I had pressed. I took several steps inside, stopping at the semi-circular reception desk that sat awkwardly in the center of the hallway. “Can I help you?” A bored-looking redhead – human, from her scent – stared past me as she asked. “Um, yeah, I mean, yes, please,” I stuttered out. “I’m here for your outreach program.” “My what?” She raised a brow and popped her gum. “The outreach program for injured Veterans?” I swallowed a sigh. “There was a sign-up sheet in the psychology department at the community college?” Red shrugged disinterestedly and continued to stare at me. “Do you have a contact name?” “No.” I thrust the printed copy of the email confirmation I’d been clutching in my hand toward her. “This is all I received.” She glanced at the paper I held out without taking it from me and shrugged again. “Is there someone that you could ask?” Red huffed out a sigh of exaggerated annoyance. “Just a minute.” She dialed an extension on the phone in front of her and mumbled into it before hanging up and turning to face me again. “Craig will be out in a minute.” She turned away again, and I took a step back from the desk to wait. It wasn’t long, a matter of minutes really, before I was staring up at the most beautiful Alpha that I’d ever seen, unable to remember my own name. “You’re here for the Wounded Veterans outreach program?” His deep green eyes skimmed over a paper on the clipboard he held in one large hand. “What’s your name?” I stared, unable to pull my gaze from his plump lips. “Son?” His deep baritone voice pulled me out of my stupor. “Are you okay?” “Yeah…I mean, yes, Alpha, I’m fine,” I stumbled over my words. “Okay, then.” His eyes rose to mine from the paper. “What’s your name?” I continued to stare, aware that he had asked me a question but not quite able to remember the words to answer it. “Are you sure you’re here for this program?” His velvety voice held a touch of irritation. I nodded, my head jerking like a marionette on a string, but my mouth refused to work. “Look, kid,” he spoke, his voice firm but not unkind. “If you can’t talk to an Alpha, then this program isn’t a good fit for you.” He placed his palm gently on my shoulder and turned me back to face the door. “Why don’t you go home and have your daddy help you find a better fit for your comfort level? I know there are several programs where you can interact with Betas and Omegas.” He patted me once before turning away. “Good luck.” And just like that, the Alpha of my dreams walked out of my life. less

Devlin They – the motley collection of riff raff charged with maintaining control in the second circle of Hell known as the Verlorene Hoffnung Rehoming Center – were scared of the shifters they ruled over. So scared, in fact, that every effort – including drugs, sleep deprivation, and starvation – were employed in various combinations to keep their captives locked in their more easily controlled human forms... moreDevlin They – the motley collection of riff raff charged with maintaining control in the second circle of Hell known as the Verlorene Hoffnung Rehoming Center – were scared of the shifters they ruled over. So scared, in fact, that every effort – including drugs, sleep deprivation, and starvation – were employed in various combinations to keep their captives locked in their more easily controlled human forms. What this group of undesirables turned jailors had forgotten was that humans - especially desperate humans – could be every bit as dangerous as any animal. And after a lifetime in their "care," I was looking at desperate in the rearview mirror. 5% of all proceeds from The Omega Auction Chronicle stories are donated to The Trevor Project; the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. less

A little more than two years have passed since Clint purchased his Omega, Trevor, at the auction (Soul Mate for Sale). Can there really be a happy ever after for two shifters who found each other there? "Do you still love me?" "I..I think so," Trevor said slowly, dropping his face to his hands. "I mean, whatever this has been, it has remained steady." "Whatever this has been?" I repeated, my stomach clenching. "You used to say you love me... moreA little more than two years have passed since Clint purchased his Omega, Trevor, at the auction (Soul Mate for Sale). Can there really be a happy ever after for two shifters who found each other there? "Do you still love me?" "I..I think so," Trevor said slowly, dropping his face to his hands. "I mean, whatever this has been, it has remained steady." "Whatever this has been?" I repeated, my stomach clenching. "You used to say you love me. Now you don't know if you ever did?" I desperately wanted Trevor to correct me, to say that he had misspoken. To assure me that he loved me. That wasn't what happened. Instead, he tried to swallow a little sob and looked up, his beautiful blue eyes awash with tears and his bottom lip trembling. "I see." A million more questions ran through my mind, but I forced them – and my confused wolf - back. "Can you tell me more? How long have you felt this way?" I swallowed hard. "Do..you want the claim reversed?" "I don't know." He was choking on his sobs, and I had to fight every Alpha instinct to keep from touching him, comforting him. There was nothing I could do to stop the pheromones that my body released at his distress, though. "Things were so bad until you bought me and it's better here." He winced at the word. "But that's it, isn't it? You didn't choose me. You bought me because I was convenient, because I was different." He dashed the tears from his eyes. "Do you really think you would love me if we had met the normal way?" "I know I would," I insisted immediately even though I already knew that this was an argument I couldn't win. "There was an amazing number of Omegas in that place. You know that. You were the only one I responded to. You're meant to be mine." Trevor attempted a smile, but it was a weak imitation of his usual warm grin. "That's pheromones, sex." He shook his head sadly. "That's not love." I could have argued that point, but I could tell that he had more he didn't want to say. "And?" "I feel like I'm being forced into a role I didn't study for," my mate whispered haltingly. "I don't feel like I belong here anymore." 5% of all proceeds from The Omega Auction Chronicles books are donated to support The Trevor Foundation. less

Levi Objectively, Zade was a great catch. He was funny, good-hearted, gentle, affectionate, and very, very attractive – everything that Lee said he was. But he was still an Alpha. So, in other words, he was absolutely not for me. "It's just that I don't want to be claimed. I don't want to belong to an Alpha." Zade frowned at me. "But you're an Omega." I nodded, entirely too used to having this conversation. Omegas only wanted one thing out of life; a claim... moreLevi Objectively, Zade was a great catch. He was funny, good-hearted, gentle, affectionate, and very, very attractive – everything that Lee said he was. But he was still an Alpha. So, in other words, he was absolutely not for me. "It's just that I don't want to be claimed. I don't want to belong to an Alpha." Zade frowned at me. "But you're an Omega." I nodded, entirely too used to having this conversation. Omegas only wanted one thing out of life; a claim. Except, like with most generalizations, it wasn't necessarily true. "I am," I agreed, "but I don't want to be claimed by an Alpha." "Why not?" Oh. Well, that was a new twist in the old plotline. I was used to everyone I told steamrolling over my wishes, telling me I was confused, laughing it off as a tease or fear that I wouldn't measure up. Even the Coruscation Omega - sweet, supportive Trevor - had stared at me like I was a crossword puzzle clue in an unknown language before quietly assuring me that I would never be forced into a claim. I couldn't remember anyone ever asking why. Zade From the time I first set eyes on Levi riding up to my house on the back of a Blood Valley Beta’s motorcycle, I’d known he was meant to be mine. So, when I agreed not to continue pursuing a claim on Levi, I saw it as a temporary agreement that would allow him to get to know me. After all, I might be a little impulsive in non-life-threatening situations, but I’m a good guy. And a good catch. Or so I’ve been told. When Levi had rebuffed my suggestion that we could play chess together, I’d managed to hold my wince in. In all fairness, he couldn’t have known that I played, and I was stuffing candy in my mouth with one hand and tossing my lucky fetch ball in my other – I couldn’t exactly dispute that I looked nothing like a grandmaster should. Unable to use the one thing that I now knew we had in common without looking like a pouty twat, I set my mind to the next challenge. Game on. Pawn to a4. less

Jackson My head bobbled and jerked, my chin bouncing against my chest when my neck became too rubbery to support its weight. I screwed my eyes closed against the tears, but the salty, warm water leaked through, stinging the raw, abraded skin around my eyes. The pain shooting through my body was worse than usual. Much worse. My large muscle groups convulsed, clenching with every forced movement. My blood was boiling in my veins, cooking me from the inside... moreJackson My head bobbled and jerked, my chin bouncing against my chest when my neck became too rubbery to support its weight. I screwed my eyes closed against the tears, but the salty, warm water leaked through, stinging the raw, abraded skin around my eyes. The pain shooting through my body was worse than usual. Much worse. My large muscle groups convulsed, clenching with every forced movement. My blood was boiling in my veins, cooking me from the inside. At one point I forced my eyes open and was amazed not to see blisters forming on my trembling hands. The burning, searing sensations flooded through me in waves. It was damn near intolerable. Not that I had a choice but to tolerate it. Endure it. Hope that I would survive it. There was no doubt that my fever had spiked too fast, risen too high. I'd already been on the verge of incoherence when the handlers deemed me ready and came to take me to the dark, dank cage-filled warehouse that my keepers called the Alpha Zoo. After the absurd number of false heat cycles that I’d been forced to abide in the time since I’d been sold at the Omega Auction, it was pretty damned clear to me that the moron who’d injected the synthetic hormones had overdosed me. “Jackson?” Haldrian Christof – our leading local expert in shifter law – stopped inside the door, his jaw dropping. “What the hell happened to you, son?” "Humans, Drey." I released a breath as his brows arched wildly. "They sold me to a group of humans." less

“Harley? What are you doing with that?” I hesitated and looked over my shoulder when I heard the name I’d been given in a voice that was slowly becoming familiar. My guardian, Zade, was standing in the open doorway. Looking back to the mirror, I studied the unfamiliar face staring back at me. Releasing my grip on a length of thick curls, I slowly lowered the rusty hacksaw blade that I was gripping in my other hand... more“Harley? What are you doing with that?” I hesitated and looked over my shoulder when I heard the name I’d been given in a voice that was slowly becoming familiar. My guardian, Zade, was standing in the open doorway. Looking back to the mirror, I studied the unfamiliar face staring back at me. Releasing my grip on a length of thick curls, I slowly lowered the rusty hacksaw blade that I was gripping in my other hand. I stared in horrified fascination at the nearly scalped man gazing back at me from the mirror. “I don’t know, sir.” “Okay,” Zade’s voice was calm and soothing. “Why don’t you come with me?” “Yes, sir.” I placed the saw blade in his outstretched hand and obediently followed him from the bathroom, sitting on the sofa that he motioned me to. “I’ll be right back. Wait here, please.” A choked gasp caught my attention, telling me that Zade and I were no longer alone. Zade's husband, Levi, stood in the doorway, his blue eyes sad. He inhaled deeply and then forced a smile. "Hey, Harley." He held a hand out to me. "Why don't you come with me and we'll see what I can do to help finish your haircut?" "Yes, sir." I rose and walked over to take his hand, my eyes trained on the floor. "Oh, Harley," Levi said softly, leading me into the kitchen and seating me like I was a child. "You don't need to call me sir. I'm Levi, remember?" He ran gentle fingers through the length of hair that I had been holding when Zade interrupted me. "Um, we're going to have to cut this pretty short," he said slowly, "unless you want to try something a little edgier?" "Whatever you think is best, sir. I mean, Levi." After all, I didn't even recognize the person in the mirror, what difference would it make to me what he looked like? Levi moved around me in a circle, his head tilting as he studied me. Finally, he stepped back and nodded his head, raising the hand holding the scissors. "Okay. I think I have an idea." I sat perfectly still as Levi snipped and clipped, catching the occasional curl from the corner of my eye as it dropped to the kitchen floor. "You have such pretty hair," he mused, still snipping away. "It's a shame most of it will be gone." "It'll grow back," I reminded him, catching a lock in my fingers as it fell toward my toes. It was a pretty color, I agreed silently. A red so dark that it looked black until the light reflected off it. Still, I thought with an inward shrug, I wouldn't miss it. "Of course it will," Levi agreed quickly. He made one final circuit around my chair with a snip here and there before laying the scissors on the counter and pronouncing the job done. "Why don't you come into the bathroom and see what you think?" The curls that had bobbed down past my shoulders were gone. On the right side of my head – the side I had started with – there had been nothing Levi could do except even-out the hair I had cropped close to my head. On the top he had layered it so that it started out short at my right temple and then gradually increased in length over the top of my head and down to just below my left ear. It was edgy. Unique. But it didn't matter because I still didn't recognize the man in the mirror. less

Three hundred and twenty plus years after the infamous witch trials, Salem still lagged significantly behind the rest of the nation in the rights of both Omegas and everyone who wasn't a human. Unfortunately for Sky - one of the unfortunate humans to have been born with the holdover Omega gene - that was where he was born. When his parents quietly handed him off to an Omega broker in his early teens, he was sold as an indentured servant and it seemed the mold was cast... moreThree hundred and twenty plus years after the infamous witch trials, Salem still lagged significantly behind the rest of the nation in the rights of both Omegas and everyone who wasn't a human. Unfortunately for Sky - one of the unfortunate humans to have been born with the holdover Omega gene - that was where he was born. When his parents quietly handed him off to an Omega broker in his early teens, he was sold as an indentured servant and it seemed the mold was cast. Until, that was, he had a chance encounter with an Alpha werewolf shifter who was only doing his job. On the rebound and hunting his stolen child, Colt had agreed to do a quick recon job for the Council of Packs while he was on the trail. Twenty-four hours later, his recon had turned into a rescue and Colt was thrust into the role of protector in a way he never could have seen coming. less

*This can be read as a stand alone, but you will probably enjoy it more if you've read the rest of the series. It's just a fun, light-hearted (and occasionally naughty) romp to make you smile... more*This can be read as a stand alone, but you will probably enjoy it more if you've read the rest of the series. It's just a fun, light-hearted (and occasionally naughty) romp to make you smile. When Rescue Omega Antoine set off on a mission to seduce an Alpha he'd only seen once, it didn't seem like such a bad idea! But then again, he never would have guessed that he'd be sucked into a tale of (semi) intrigue that would shake what he thought he knew about Easter to the very core! What follows is the never before told story of how an Omega Wolf saved Easter. less

Faded from months of exposure to the seasons, lengths of tattered yellow crime scene tape still fluttered in the breeze where it was caught in the branches of the shrubs dotting the old Omega auction house grounds. The building itself was mostly boarded up, water-damaged copies of the county condemnation order declaring it unsafe were slapped onto the plywood screwed over the side and back entrances. A plastic-sheeted copy graced the only remaining access, the front door that I was unlocking... moreFaded from months of exposure to the seasons, lengths of tattered yellow crime scene tape still fluttered in the breeze where it was caught in the branches of the shrubs dotting the old Omega auction house grounds. The building itself was mostly boarded up, water-damaged copies of the county condemnation order declaring it unsafe were slapped onto the plywood screwed over the side and back entrances. A plastic-sheeted copy graced the only remaining access, the front door that I was unlocking. When the key turned, I pulled the heavy steel door open and Colby shoved a large rock in place to hold it as we filed inside. Now that the intertwined criminal cases that the Council of Packs, Security Division had spent years investigating were closed, and the sentencing hearing scheduled for the following day, all of the crime scenes had been officially slated for demolition, but I’d received special permission to bring a few of the victims into the burned-out auction house for one last visit. To bring their experience full circle. less