Pack Darling Part One (Pack Darling #1)

by Lola Rock

A scent match. Destiny. Fate. My meant-to-be mates. Omegas have an extra fail-safe when it comes to finding our matches. We don’t need to be awakened to recognize their scents. To them, my scent is nothing. To me, theirs is everything I can never have.

“Babydoll.” Finn’s voice is so fucking husky it could pull a sled. “I’ll feed you all night if you keep making those sounds.”

Only a few things make me feel alive. Bikes. Stunts. Saunas. Killing. Clubbing. Fucking. And Lilah motherfucking Darling.

Like I said. I can go a week without food. I can go four minutes without oxygen. But I cannot survive a single day without Wi-Fi.

surely, all my problems can be solved by a screaming orgasm. Not today, Satan vagina.

An amazing-smelling, super molten hot omega friend whose scent makes me want to count how many licks it takes to get to his ooey-gooey center. But yeah. A friend.