These alphas are not redeemable.

No omega has the power to change them.

 

Evangeline

 

They claim to have saved me. But what they call salvation looks more like a prison.

Revenant, the pack alpha and the authoritarian.

Fox, the doctor, quiet and calculated.

Mayhem, the anchor with a calm undercurrent of chaos.

Playing their mind games, I bide my time, waiting for my opportunity to flee.

I fight them at every turn. Returning to my life, back to dancing, is the only thing that matters.

 

Will I reclaim my freedom before I lose myself to my base instincts? After all, an omega has needs that only a pack of alphas can fulfill.