As a Fae-blooded omega, I am on the run from the Empire. All Fae-bloods are hunted, omegas, alphas, betas, deltas. And on top of that, I'm about to go into heat…
My timing sucks.
Bringing back the lost Fae race isn't my priority, though, no matter what the Empire thinks. Collecting all my fated mates before my heat hits, that's much higher on my list.
Going into heat without my entire clan can be dangerous for me. And for them.
And the stakes only get higher. As more of my mates join our group, as we are brought together through scent-matching and physical attraction, I find myself falling for them.
Who wouldn't? They are gorgeous, they are hot, and underneath their gruff facades, they have hearts of gold.
I'm the luckiest omega.
Do they feel the same way? Do they want all of me or is it only instinct that drives them?
We need time to get to know each other, but the Empire won't let up. They won't stop chasing us.
As we race toward the border, hoping to outrun the army, we don't know if we'll make it before we run out of time.
Or before my heat takes us down.
