Ada Stuart
Published: 2024-05-24
Total Pages: 218
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Force mated to three alphas? Pointing her gun at the wrong man is never a good idea, and Anya learns this the hard way when she tries to avenge her pack by targeting Logan. How could she have known that beneath his doctor's coat was a former enforcer and martial arts expert? Instead of turning her in, Logan decides to teach her a lesson in a much more intimate way—igniting her heat in his bed. As if alpha semen could heal her and make her a normal omega. Anya scoffs at the idea. She values her independence far too much to let a domineering alpha control her life. But when her heat strikes, bringing unbearable pain, Anya realizes there's only one man who can help her. Unfortunately, Logan's help comes with strings attached: she must also submit to two other alphas. ————— “Claiming the Omega” is a steamy hot Dubcon Reverse Harem Erotic Wolf Shifter Romance. Full length, explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers - and Happily Ever After. Reader advisory: This story contains elements of non-consensual sex, depression, bondage, strong language and very explicit sex scenes. Themes: Reverse Harem, Enemies to lovers, Happily ever after, Opposites attract, Alpha male, Unrequited love, Matchmaker, Arranged marriage, Love triangle, Menage, Protector, Wolf shifter, Pack life, Omega, Alpha Note: All books in this series can be read as standalone. But you might enjoy them more if you have read them in sequence. ————— Excerpt: The friendly receptionist directed Anya to the department leader, Mr Brandon. She didn’t know if it was his first name or last name, but most shifters didn’t bother with last names. Anya checked the nameplate on the door before she knocked. A handsome, dark-haired man in his early thirties looked up from his papers and turned his attention to her. Could this really be the 'old grump’ Darius had referred to? He didn’t look old at all. “Mr Brandon?” Anya asked, not sure if she had come to the right office. “Just call me Brandon,” the alpha said, getting up from his chair. Strolling toward her, she felt an instant need to back off as she realised just how much taller and broader he was compared to her. He wasn’t as tall as Darius, but he towered over her petite figure. The look in his eyes told her clearly that this alpha wasn’t someone she wanted to cross. Anya forced herself to remain standing, keeping her fear at bay so he wouldn’t smell how nervous she was. The smile he gave her was probably meant to calm and reassure her that he meant no harm. It was strange how this alpha could ooze the confidence that made her omega wolf want to snuggle against him. Anya took a deep breath, lifted her eyes and met his. He looked surprised and intrigued that she dared to face him. A normal omega would always lower her gaze when meeting an alpha who wasn’t her mate. Brandon’s smile broadened as if he acknowledged her confidence. It increased her approval of him. “Please, take a seat. What can I do for you?” Anya sat on the closest visitor's chair and pulled at her dress to cover her knees. She would never have chosen this dress if she had known how quickly it crept upwards when she moved. “Elenor sent me. She said you needed someone with office experience,” Anya said. “You’re Anya?” Brandon looked surprised as he combined her name with her person. “Yes, that’s me.” “She forgot to tell me you’re an omega.” “Does it matter?” “I’m an alpha.” She wanted to snort as Brandon stated the obvious. As if there was any doubt in her mind that he was anything but a typical alpha. She lifted her eyebrows as she took in how his shirt clung to his biceps as he ran his fingers through his dark, thick hair. It was almost like his shirt was about to be torn apart. Anya nodded, even if he was stating the obvious. “Yes, I know that.” “Then you know why we can’t work together,” Brandon said matter-of-factly. “Of course we can,” Anya said firmly as she faced him head-on. “Elenor said you would be overprotective of any omega. But she also said you’re short of staff and desperately need an office clerk. I have plenty of experience in that area.” Brandon sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It looked like something he usually did when he was frustrated. “Look, Miss. I’m an unmated alpha, as are most of my staff and the enforcers we deal with daily. When you go into heat, this won’t be a safe environment for you.” He seemed to believe that every alpha would harm her just by their sheer presence. Great. So much for keeping a low profile. It looked like she would have to tell him why it was perfectly safe to hire her, or he was likely to turn her down without even giving her a chance to prove herself. Anya should have known that getting inside their headquarters wouldn’t be so easy. “There’s nothing to worry about, Mr Brandon. I won’t go into heat,” Anya said. Brandon snorted. “Don’t give me that crap. I will smell you a mile away, and so will the rest of the enforcers.” Anya sighed, realising there was no alternative if she wanted the job. She lowered her gaze, pretending to be embarrassed about what she was about to reveal. “Look, Mr Brandon. I have a… medical disorder. This means that I can’t have heats.” She glanced at him quickly to see if he had heard her. Brandon stared at her as if her words sounded just as ridiculous to him as they did to her. How many times hadn’t she wished to be completely normal? To join in the conversation with the other omegas when they complained about their heat and how horny it made them? It made her feel asexual. Like she was a gigantic freak. Anya had quickly discovered that the less she said about her lack of heats, the easier it was to blend in with the others. She would just nod at the right place and let everyone else have their say. Some of them knew about her deficiencies, but they rarely mentioned it. It was as if it was too embarrassing to bring up in case someone else caught her illness. “You don’t?” Brandon asked, looking baffled by her words. ——————
