Distraught, heart broken and facing a heat on my own, I’m still reeling from the way my relationship with the Hamilton alphas ended.

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I believed I’d found a pack of my own. Five men who’d stolen my heart, who treasured and loved me.

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Turns out, I was wrong.

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Now they’re back and begging for forgiveness. They claim it was all a terrible misunderstanding. They swear I am the omega for them. But my heart’s been broken one too many times.

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It’s going to take more than flowers and chocolates to win me back – even if my battered heart still pines for them all.