My body was on fire before I even opened my eyes.

The air in my small apartment was thick with the mingled scents of three powerful Alphas...dark cedarwood, smoky bourbon, and crisp winter pine. They shouldn’t have been here. Not yet. Not when my heat was only supposed to start in three days. But my treacherous body had other plans. A greedy, dripping omega like me never followed the rules.

I shifted on the silk sheets, my thighs slick already, nipples tight and aching against the thin tank top I’d worn to bed. A low whimper escaped my lips as another wave of heat rolled through my core. I pressed...