To the rest of the world, I'm a damsel; rejected by my own mates and bonded against my will.
Now, I need them to see that broken omega, so easily underestimated, because it's up to me to save my pack.
With threats closing in, time is running out, and if I can't find answers, I might lose Dusk, Ransom, and Umbra—the alphas I've fallen for. Alphas who have already had everything stolen from them. But I know my pack—I know the sacrifices they would make for my protection, and I can't let them give up any more.
I've always wondered what it means to be an omega. Now, I finally understand; if I want them to survive, it's up to me.
They've protected me long enough.
Now, it's my turn.