I’m a failure. Failure as a shifter. Failure as a female. Failure to my family.

Twins are alphas. Full. Stop. It’s a given.

Only, with my first shift came proof I’d built my future on assumptions. My sister presented alpha immediately, but me? I’m nothing but an omega. It was fine. Really it was…until it wasn’t.

On my eighteenth birthday, my pack emerged, drawn to me by my scent, the perfume of a newly blossomed omega. Their decision was made in seconds. They rejected me in favor of my taller, more beautiful, more alpha sister.

She accepted my pack as her own, not even...

I’m a failure. Failure as a shifter. Failure as a female. Failure to my family.

Twins are alphas. Full. Stop. It’s a given.

Only, with my first shift came proof I’d built my future on assumptions. My sister presented alpha immediately, but me? I’m nothing but an omega. It was fine. Really it was…until it wasn’t.

On my eighteenth birthday, my pack emerged, drawn to me by my scent, the perfume of a newly blossomed omega. Their decision was made in seconds. They rejected me in favor of my taller, more beautiful, more alpha sister.

She accepted my pack as her own, not even pretending to give it a thought. Without a mate, I’m a liability and, since presenting, my family treats me as such. I’m their maid. Their cook. Their embarrassment. I was once one of their princesses.

Now I’m something that needs to be put out, like the trash. They prove that point by selling me to the first pack that will take a weak omega like me—the DarkShadow Pack.

I’ve heard of them—the whispers, the stories told in the dark—the secrets. They’re a pack of ruthless brutes who don’t deal well with others and aren’t strangers to the shifter judicial system. No omega in her right mind would accept them, but I don’t have a choice. It’s either them or death. Please let me have made the right choice.