Beautifully Scarred Omega

Sophie

Omega — Sentinel Operative

They carved their names into my skin and told me no one would ever want what was left of me.

But now, ten years later, I am Sentinel's most lethal operative. I wear my scars like armor and use my beauty as a weapon. I seduce predators and make monsters disappear. They never see me coming.

Max Cavill

Alpha — CEO of Synthera

My father was a philanthropist and a pillar of our community, but it was all a facade. He was the man who controlled my mother's every breath, who taught me that power meant dominion, and who made sure I understood that weakness, in all of its forms, was unforgivable.

I tore down his house and built Synthera from the ashes. I dedicated my life to creating Equinox …a suppressant that would give omegas the one thing my mother never had: freedom.

My world flipped when Sophie walked through the door. She's dangerous, deceptive, and impossibly capable, and every fiber of my being says she's hiding something. But so am I.

Finn Preston

Alpha — CMO of Synthera

I kissed a stranger in a red dress at a gala before I knew her name. For one electric moment, she made me feel like the only person in the world. Then she vanished without a proper explanation. No goodbye, just the ghost of her scent and a kiss I couldn't forget.

I'm the charmer of the pack. The one who smooths rough edges and fills awkward silences. But Sophie has turned me inside out and cast a spell over me. She's sharp, capable, and full of secrets. And I want to know every single one.

She says the kiss meant nothing. That it was a mistake. I don't believe her. I can't believe her.

Ethan Brooks

Alpha — Head of Research, Synthera

I grew up in a one-bedroom apartment in South Boston with a mother who worked three jobs and never once let me see her cry. A scholarship at Ashford Academy introduced me to Max Cavill and Finn Preston. Two boys from worlds I couldn't imagine, who became the brothers I never had.

I'm the scientist and the observer. The one who watches and measures and waits. But then I see my packmates slowly lose control. Max's walls are cracking and Finn can't take his eyes off her. Sophie's performance is spellbinding and feels too perfect.

Then her mask slips. Just for a second but enough to catch a glimpse of her wounded soul. What I see underneath isn't the cold operative or the shy new employee. It's someone in pain and who has been hiding it for so long that she's forgotten what it feels like to be open and to be seen. I want to see her. All of her.