Omega Lost

Omegas are supposed to be cherished. Protected. Loved. I thought I was—until my pack found their true scent match and threw me away like I meant nothing. They sent me to the Reassignment Center, where rejected omegas are supposed to find new packs. But omegas like me don't get fairy-tale endings. We get two choices:

• A low-class pack that no one else wants.
• The heat dens—where omegas are used until there's nothing left of them. After nine months in hell, I'll take any pack that will have me. Even if they're dangerous. Even if they live outside the law. They claim I'm their scent match. But I'll never make the mistake of giving my heart away again.