The Omega Rescue Series by Kian Rhodes

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

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