Noah and Luther are in love. The problem, Luther is a beta, Noah is an omega, and their mating is forbidden. Worse, if Noah can’t find an acceptable alpha in the next three days, he will have no choice but to mate with Raymond, an alpha he despises.
Then Arthur arrives, and everything falls apart.
Arthur is an alpha with a secret. He and his mother were betrayed, and both wear the mark of it. Now, Arthur will stop at nothing to make the alpha who cursed them pay. Now, with revenge in his teeth, Arthur’s own body betrays him. Twice. Will Arthur sacrifice love and happiness for vengeance? Or will he choose another path?
Find out in Omega Challenge an action-packed Omegaverse romance. This is a short book set prior to the events of the other three books of the Pine Creek Lake series.
If you love shifters, mmm menage, alpha, omega, and beta dynamics, adventure, magic, and a touch of mpreg, grab Omega Challenge now!
Luther ran his fingers through his lover’s night-black hair as they kissed. After six days of running as wolves, Luther was tired and sore, but he would have an endless string of empty days after the Cluiche to sleep.
It was dark and stuffy inside the borrowed cabin Luther and Noah shared, but they didn't dare open the shuttered windows. Not now. They lay together on the soft pallet, cocks straining against each other through their thick trousers and drawers. Every kiss was sweetness, threaded with love, but also bitterness because they were almost out of time.
Luther was a beta, and Noah was an omega, and not just any omega. Noah was the omega of their pack. He would mate with an alpha. That was the way of things. And when he mated, his alpha mate would become the alpha leader of their pack.
And then Luther would be nothing.
Luther teased the tip of his tongue along the seam of Noah’s lips as Noah slid his arms around Luther's waist, pulling him closer and grinding their cocks together.
The pleasure made Luther want more, even as he knew their eventual release would bring an end to their lovemaking. He wanted to freeze this moment, but he didn't have that power.
“I apologize,” Noah said.
“No. You have no need.” Luther opened his eyes. Noah's irises were a haunting blue-green reflected the moonlight whenever his gift flared. Moonlight always sat in the back of his gaze, even when it was blotted out by his pupils, which were now widened with lust and maybe a little fear. Or guilt. Luther was not an alpha to be able to read his omega’s scent so clearly.
Noah had no reason to apologize. Neither of them could help what they were. “I love you.”
Of course, he flinched. What had Luther been thinking to say something so cruel? “I ought not to have said that,” Luther pulled at the bottom of Noah’s shirt. It was simple, homespun, sewn by his bearer father two winters ago before he had died.
Luther took the shirt off carefully, revealing a treasure of pale, moonlight colored skin feathered with soft, inky hair over Noah’s chest which painted a narrow stream from his belly to his groin…
The Cluiche was hosted by a relatively new pack who had claimed territory deep and high up in the mountains, near a small lake they called Pine Creek. Noah had never been so far from his home, but he liked it here. He liked how none had questioned his request for a cabin alone with only his bodyguard, and how the alpha of the pack had looked Noah square in the eye when asking what they needed, instead of ignoring him in favor of Horace.
Arthur tipped his hat down low and hunched his shoulders as he walked down the slope in human form towards the Cluiche grounds. He had been traveling roughly northeast since his mother's death two winters ago, searching for the man who had betrayed them. Now, he was so close he could taste it.
As Luther walked away from Noah, it was all he could do to hide how his heart was breaking. He gripped the empty glass and walked towards the picnic tables, but truly, he was searching for the forsworn alpha. Beta senses weren't as acute as either omegas or alphas, but Luther knew Noah in a way few betas could ever claim to know an omega. He knew the man's taste, his scent, and the way his skin flushed just before he came. He understood his lover’s desires, and when Noah and Arthur had locked gazes, the fragile foundation of lies Luther had built his heart and hopes on began to crumble.
After the last alpha had shed blood on the rock, Noah was expected to mingle with the wolves of the other packs. This sort of glad-handing always made Noah uncomfortable, even when he wasn’t expected to find a mate. Worse, Luther hadn't come back. Noah spotted him at the edge of the clearing, beneath the tree, sitting with the forsworn alpha.
As forsworn, other wolves expected Arthur to lie, so he made a point of only speaking the truth. He might hide some facts in his silences, but he never told outright lies. Arthur had been honest when he told Luther he preferred betas. His life was complicated enough without allowing himself to think of mates and families. A quiet, uncomplicated fuck swept away unattainable dreams. A man knew where he stood with betas. Even another alpha could be fun, if combative. But omegas… Omegas came with complications.