The Beta Trials

All I ever wanted was a better life for me and my father. So when I discover the Beta Trials—the government's new initiative to join a Beta to every Alpha-Omega pack—I sign up immediately. The trials just might be my one chance at finding a pack. And if I train hard enough, the government will assign me a pack before I even graduate. Sounds good, right? Except I have one little problem... My new pack doesn't want me.

Alone, frightened, and exiled. That's what I get for trusting the Hart Pack. I was a fool to think we could ever be happy, that they would ever want me. It turns out that I'm destined to walk this earth alone, forsaken and forgotten, never anyone's first choice. If Gryphon, Oliver, Barret, and Lachlan don't want me, then no pack ever will. So, what's the point in even trying? There's nothing wrong with being alone after all. It's just unfortunate that my body has other ideas... I'm an Omega now, and I have just gone into heat. And an Omega can die if they don't receive an Alpha's touch.

My whole life, I have been starved. Starved of love and starved of affection. My caretaker, Francis, refuses to touch me, and he makes me feel as worthless as dirt. The only love and affection I've ever found are inside the pages of the books he gives me. At least those books make me feel less alone—less starved. They give me hope that I'll find love of my very own one day.

Francis gave me two choices. Return to his side, and he will leave the pack alone. Stay with them, and he will do everything in his power to make them suffer. The choice was easy in the end… At least no one else will have to get hurt this way. Besides, it wouldn't be my first time down this road—heartbreak has been a constant companion in my life.

I'm every Alpha's worst nightmare. A Rogue Omega who can't be tamed. So when the government gives me a second chance with a new pack, I can hardly contain my surprise. Except there is just one teensy, tiny problem: my new pack are major jerks. And the more time I spend with them, the more I want to kill them. But I must control my Roguish impulses. If I kill my new Alphas, then I'll be back on death row. It's just a shame that I have fallen head over heels for their new Omega. Brody is everything I've ever dreamed of. But his Alphas, Theo, Kellen, and Alastor, won't let me have him.

Once again, I walk this earth alone. Destined for a life of misery as a Rogue—an Omega who can't be tamed. So, what's the point in trying to be desirable? I may as well just give in to the deadly stereotype. I just wish that I could forget about Brody. My scent match. Unfortunately, he belongs to three others. Theo, Alastor, and Kellen won't even let me near him. They think I'm a threat. A monster. Maybe they're right. Maybe the government should have sentenced me to death after all. Yet, if someone as kind as Brody could love me, then perhaps… I'm not as awful as I thought.