Kidnapped, hurt, and left for dead were not on my bingo card this month.

I've been running from danger my entire life. I finally have roots, a home, a roommate who is my best friend that I'm secretly in love with. I refuse to take shit from anyone, so when I kicked a belligerent alpha out of my club, I didn't realize my life would change forever.

Three gorgeous alphas saved me from being eaten by rats, making me think that was the end of my nightmare.

But now I'm locked in a house that would be any other omega's dream home, but to me it's a pretty cage. Trapped by the promise of security, I'm so confused by what I'm supposed to feel. Scent matches are what every omega wishes for, but I've never wanted one, much less three. Destiny and biology are so unfair.