But back when all of this was just a dream, when I thought about who this omega would be, I just assumed they’d be a product of a well-placed bribe. A pack prince or princess, found by contracting with a matching agency, an omega who got off on an extra bit of rough they thought shifter mates would bring to the table. Neat. Practical. A mutually beneficial partnership. A transaction that would only affect us as much as we wanted it to. Ava didn’t get the message. She’s affecting whatever the fuck she wants.
