Some omegas are chosen. Others are strays.

After six years in the registry, I'd accepted my fate. Too broken to bond. Too defective for anyone to want. My body is shutting down and the only pack that does want me makes me want to bolt.

Then fate puts me in the same room as one of my scent matches. For one beautiful moment, I believe I've been saved.

But the Santos pack already has an omega.

Miles is everything I'm not—desired, wanted, fiercely protected by the alphas whose scents should belong to me. He's also watching me with hatred I can feel across every room, because one look at me tells him exactly what I am.

Competition. Replacement. Threat.

Gabriel promises I'm only passing through. That they'll find me a pack, any pack, before my body gives out completely. He won't touch me. Won't let his alphas touch me. Won't acknowledge the bond that's killing me slowly while he proves biology can be overcome with willpower. He doesn't care what it costs me.

My omega is dying for what only they can give me. Miles is unraveling at the sight of me in his house. Garrett can't stop himself from offering comfort I'm not supposed to take. Cyrus watches me with calculating eyes, measuring every move I make. And the pack that's been hunting me for years has just found out exactly where I am.

I came here hoping to be saved.

Instead, I'm the stray no one can decide what to do with... and the clock is running out for all of us.