She’s trained to kneel. On the night the Council presents her to be claimed, Livia lifts her chin, says “No,” and runs.
The mating bell becomes a siren. Drones scour the trees. Every road leads back to a collar. Livia has no allies—until three Alphas step out of the wild with hands that don’t reach for ownership. Kain is control carved into muscle. Jax is a grin sharpened into a weapon. Corin is quiet violence and forged loyalty. They offer her a place the Council swears can’t exist: a hidden refuge where Omegas aren’t currency and rank doesn’t decide who gets to breathe.
But her freedom comes with a price. Her scent drags their instincts to the surface, turning restraint into hunger and protection into something dangerously intimate. The Council wants her returned as an example. The rebels need her alive as proof. And the bond forming between four people who refuse to obey any chain might be the one thing strong enough to crack an empire—or the weakness the Council exploits first.
A high-heat omegaverse reverse harem with knotting, found family, and rebellion—where “mine” only counts if she chooses it.