After surviving childhood at the snooty, stuck-up boarding school for budding omegas, I have everyone convinced I'm a dud. My awakening? Never gonna happen. Heat, mates, and a fairytale pack life? Maybe next reincarnation. All I want is to be left alone. I'm invisible, headed to a blissful solo future until the Wyvern Pack destroys my dream of independence. Atlas, Hunter, Finn, Jett, and Orion are poison candy. They don't want an omega, but they need one, even if there'll never be a real spot for me in their pack. Who needs a pack? I’ll keep myself safe, same as always. I'll never awaken, and I'll never ever give the Wyverns my heart... Because all they'll do is rip me apart.