Chosen by the Alpha

The eligible omegas have been gathered, alphas waiting impatiently to make their selection.

Dylan is one of forty human omegas on display, and though his artificial heat makes him long to be chosen, he knows the odds are not in his favor.

Brant, a hulking brute of an alpha - strong, beautiful and amazingly hot - chooses Dylan to be his mate.

Artificial heat over, Dylan has no desire to be mated and is terrified of what it means to be owned by an alpha...

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“Calm down,” Brant soothes, hands coming to rest on his thighs, rubbing them firmly. The touch inflames him, the heat in his groin at odds with the fear in his gut.

“I know this must be scary, but you don’t have to be afraid,” Brant says, looking him straight in the eye, “You have to move in with me, but you can talk to your parents and your friends as much as you like. And you can go to school, work… whatever you want. OK?”

Dylan can’t quite bring himself to believe it. It’s just too good to be true. Alpha’s like this don’t exist.

“What’s the catch?” He needs to know. He can’t get his hopes up before he knows what the freedom Brant is offering is going to cost him.

“I get to mount you. I get to use you. You can have a life - friends, your old family, a career - but in the bedroom you submit. You don’t fight me, you don’t argue, and you don’t say no.”