Knot the Brat Pack: A Funny Fated Mates Omegaverse Reverse Harem Romance

On my first day at Naughty Knots, my boss handed me a clipboard, a smile, and one simple
“Please keep the Brat Pack from burning the place down.”

I thought she was joking.

Then I met them.

Four alphas and one beta who’ve been coming to the resort three years running, flunking every program Naughty Knots

Failed scent compatibility trials.Failed pack dynamics workshops.Failed “How Not to Terrify Omegas” remedial course.
They wreck Scent Bar props, turn serious modules into drinking games, and somehow started a hashtag on the resort #BratPackFails

Guests love to laugh at them.
Management wants to strangle them.
The matching algorithm has stamped them chronically unbondable.

Enter me.

I’m Hailey Torres, newly hired omega “guest experience coordinator.” My job description says things

facilitate check-ins,support guest satisfaction,uphold Naughty Knots’ brand values.
What it doesn’t say

babysit a disaster pack with the collective attention span of a goldfish, orstop them from live-streaming their own failed scent trials.
From the moment they swagger into the lobby—snow-dusted, loud, already arguing over who gets the biggest suite—my carefully neutral blockers start to sweat.

Jace, the shameless show-off who keeps trying to rename our modules.
Oren, the grumpy strategist who insists they’re “not here for bonding, just research.”
Finn, the golden retriever alpha who apologizes for everyone and then joins the chaos anyway.
Rafe, the inked logistics nerd who hacks his own itinerary.
Todd, the beta who films everything “for the documentary no one asked for.”

They’re supposed to be my clients.
They’re definitely not supposed to smell like exactly what my nervous system has been waiting for.

Every time they flunk a trial, my boss glares at me.
Every time I lecture them about taking things seriously, they gang up to make me laugh.
Every time the Naughty Knots socials post another #BratPackFails clip, the comments start asking who the “cute new staff omega” is and why the pack keeps orbiting me instead of the omegas they’re assigned.

By the time a snowstorm cuts us off from the valley and the Brat Pack turns their attention from breaking the resort’s rules to breaking down my defenses, it’s pretty

They’re not failing because they’re hopeless.

They’re failing because the system keeps trying to hand them anyone but the one person their scents picked the second I walked into the lobby.

My job is to get them through twenty-five days without causing a scandal.

Their new mission is to convince me that maybe being the omega at the center of the resort’s most notorious pack isn’t a disaster…

…it’s the promotion I didn’t know I wanted.

I just have to figure out how to explain to my boss that somewhere between the Scent Bar fiascos, hot-tub “strategy sessions,” and a very ill-advised group cuddle in a broken ski l