Note to self: DONT send hot selfies to single omegas while on the clock.

Xavier: As a busy elf who is constantly working, how else did Santa expect me to meet my mate? Sending sexy photos gets better results than a dating app. So, I’m shocked when Santa fires me. My whole life is ripped away. Not only that, I’m turned into this ridiculous—okay, ridiculously sexy—figurine and shipped to my fated mate. I have one year to convince my omega we are fated, or I’ll be stuck in this form forever.

Life’s too busy to sort through all the frogs just to find a prince.

Sage: After turning down a night at the club, my meddling besties gift me with a fake gossip magazine that features Santa’s sexiest elves. Right there on the cover, is the hottest alpha I’ve ever seen. Me lonely? It’s a good thing I have these hot-as-sin photos to keep me warm at night.

Only, as time goes by, I can’t stop dreaming about the alpha on the cover. Too bad he isn’t real, because my heat is fast approaching, and I don’t think photos will do the trick.