Omegas aren’t suited for love, most would say. We fall on the bottom rung of the ladder. We exist to be bred, and nothing else. The world’s wrong. Omegas deserve a shot at their happily-ever-after like everyone else. I refuse to end up being some arrogant alpha’s breeding machine. I’m Jack Michaels, and this is the story of how I ended up with a domineering lone wolf capable of sending me to my knees and beg him for more. What Ripper and I have is not just romance, its heat capable of incinerating everything in its path. I’m beyond terrified. Ripper doesn’t just want my purity, but also my heart on the platter.