I’ve been pretending so long, I almost forgot what I was hiding from.

Seven years ago, my parents handed me a bottle of suppressants and told me a comfortable lie: Being a Beta is easier, sweetheart. No one needs to know.

So I swallowed the pills. Buried the Omega. Built a life in my small Montana town where no one looks twice at plain, boring Beta June.

Then the rodeo circuit blows into town, and a 2:00 a.m. phone call sends me to the local jail to bail out one of its stars, a blue-eyed cowboy who’s barely coherent but somehow knows exactly what I am.

He calls me his scent match. Fights my psycho ex in the street. Holds me like I’m precious.

And by morning, doesn’t remember my name.
But his pack doesn’t forget.

Kai sees straight through my lie with one look. Carter’s easy charm makes my suppressants glitch. And Seth watches me like he’s trying to remember something important, something just out of reach.

Three rodeo stars. One pack searching for their Omega.
I’m standing right in front of them, choking on a secret that’s clawing its way out.

The circuit leaves in two weeks. My ex is hell-bent on destroying anyone who touches me. And every time these Alphas get close, my carefully constructed life cracks a little more.

I spent seven years being no one. Now three cowboys are making me want to be theirs, and that’s the most dangerous thing I’ve ever craved.