Everyone around me seems to be landing their dream pack.

Not me. I'm destined for a life of stress baking with only cats and books for company.

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Why? No pack wants to date the little sister of the notorious Stormgate brothers.

 

Especially when that sister is an omega with a smart mouth and a scent that's - now how did the last alpha describe it? - spicy.

Yep, no pack wants a mouthy, spicy, little Stormgate. 

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In fact, the only alphas I seem capable of attracting are self-proclaimed lone wolves.

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My grumpy boss … the city’s notorious motorcar-champion … and the man assigned to keep me safe.

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All three alphas may be hot, available and chasing me. But all three are not prepared to share.

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They don't want a pack. Which is fine. Just dandy. Ay okay.

Because I most definitely do not want them.