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I have one rule: never bond.
I survived a rejected scent match once, so I built a career out of everyone else's happily-ever-afters instead. Now I'm the mediator desperate packs beg for when the county threatens to tear up their charter.
The Hale pack is my biggest case yet. A legendary mountain lodge, a severed bond nobody will explain, one season to prove they're stable, and three men who scent-match me the second I walk through their door.
Rhys wants to court me like it's a foregone conclusion. Soren watches me from his kitchen like I'm either a threat or a miracle, and he hasn't decided which. And Gideon Hale, their impossible pack alpha, orders me off his mountain with one breath while he's stocking my favorite suppressants with the next.
I can't have them. Bonding a client would cost me my license, and Gideon would rather burn his own charter than trust a scent match again. He broke his pack once. I've never told anyone how close my own match came to breaking me.
But biology doesn't read contracts. And the clause that's going to wreck us was never in theirs.
The Omega Clause is a complete standalone reverse harem omegaverse romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after and no cliffhanger. Expect one fiercely competent omega who refuses to be rescued, a grumpy pack alpha who grovels like he means it, a sunshine alpha with a guilty conscience, a beta with bite and very good hands, scent matching, nesting, hurt/comfort, pack politics, one heat that changes everything, and all the steam that implies.
I survived a rejected scent match once, so I built a career out of everyone else's happily-ever-afters instead. Now I'm the mediator desperate packs beg for when the county threatens to tear up their charter.
The Hale pack is my biggest case yet. A legendary mountain lodge, a severed bond nobody will explain, one season to prove they're stable, and three men who scent-match me the second I walk through their door.
Rhys wants to court me like it's a foregone conclusion. Soren watches me from his kitchen like I'm either a threat or a miracle, and he hasn't decided which. And Gideon Hale, their impossible pack alpha, orders me off his mountain with one breath while he's stocking my favorite suppressants with the next.
I can't have them. Bonding a client would cost me my license, and Gideon would rather burn his own charter than trust a scent match again. He broke his pack once. I've never told anyone how close my own match came to breaking me.
But biology doesn't read contracts. And the clause that's going to wreck us was never in theirs.
The Omega Clause is a complete standalone reverse harem omegaverse romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after and no cliffhanger. Expect one fiercely competent omega who refuses to be rescued, a grumpy pack alpha who grovels like he means it, a sunshine alpha with a guilty conscience, a beta with bite and very good hands, scent matching, nesting, hurt/comfort, pack politics, one heat that changes everything, and all the steam that implies.