All my life I expected to be a beta. When I met a lovely man in college during class freshman year I thought nothing of it. Three years later when I unexpectedly emerged as an omega I was determined that our lives wouldn’t change. Now five years later, my suppressants fail on my mate and I mid-heat. We’re left with very few options: suffer through an unmedicated heat or find some alphas to weather future heats with us. Thing is, I’ve never really wanted a relationship with an alpha. I’ve never really wanted a pack. Will my hormones drive me to do something I don’t want or will I find acceptance and love?