Locked away for almost 10 years after the death of the only person who ever loved me, I’ve accepted the inevitable. I’m worth more dead than alive. Not that I’m supposed to know that. I may not know how, but I know when. Under the current laws, they can’t let me reach the age of 25 as a single Omega, and they can’t sell me off to an Alpha, because the Alpha would own what Poppy left me in his will. I’ve been given the bare minimum in education and human contact. The people who were supposed to care about...
Theo
Locked away for almost 10 years after the death of the only person who ever loved me, I’ve accepted the inevitable. I’m worth more dead than alive. Not that I’m supposed to know that. I may not know how, but I know when. Under the current laws, they can’t let me reach the age of 25 as a single Omega, and they can’t sell me off to an Alpha, because the Alpha would own what Poppy left me in his will. I’ve been given the bare minimum in education and human contact. The people who were supposed to care about me, only care about money and status. I gave up hope of an Alpha in shining armor coming to my rescue long ago. That’s just a fantasy in romance novels on my e-reader. Until a few nights before my 25th birthday…
Mako
I never claimed to be perfect. I’m jaded when it comes to love, relationships and trust. I walk the legal line and cross it often, but moral lines don’t get crossed. My father’s death threw me into my position as President of Rogue Nation MC, something I never wanted in the first place. My Grandfathers started the MC as a haven for those the law fails to protect and just like my father, I continue that tradition. We’re more than an MC, more than friends, we’re family. Family protects its own… Until it doesn’t. Why does our next target smell like home?
