His bad luck might just make him lucky in love. Aiden just might be the unluckiest werewolf in existence. He can’t walk with a drink in his hand without someone running into him. Despite presenting as an omega, he never had a heat. Just when he’s sure nobody could ever want him, he almost gets run over by a type of fae that isn’t supposed to exist anymore. Seamus wears a leather jacket, rides with a burly band of bikers, and stands half a foot taller than Aiden’s six feet. He’s nothing like the leprechauns in stories.