One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha.
Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women.
He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn’t believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there’s something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called “personal omega.”
He thinks I’m weak, fragile, breakable… but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud.
I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul?
Worse, he’s starting to suspect I’m not who I say I am. Because I’m not just Christy, the omega. I’m a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

The morning after Zach climbed into my bed, everything felt wrong. When my eyes first fluttered open, I didn't move. I lay there with my cheek pressed against the pillow, staring at the faint cracks in the ceiling, listening for him. My breaths came shallow, caught between hope and terror, because every morning since I'd been dragged into the Alpha's quarters had begun the same way with him. Sometimes it was his shadow looming in the corner, waiting for me to notice. Sometimes it was his voice, that rasping, poisonous tone that always seemed to seep straight into my ears and coil around my spine. Other mornings, it was his hand, brushing hair from my face in a parody of gentleness before tightening hard enough to remind me who I belonged to. But today there was nothing everywhere was silent.


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