Omega Stream Series by Helen Scott, Zoey Shelby

I built my career on control. Then five Alphas turned it into chaos. I’m Kara Quinn, professional gamer, internet darling, and resident Alpha slayer in multiplayer. My brand? Untouchable. Unbothered. Unimpressed by every smug grin Pack Wrecked throws my way. Then a sponsorship disaster lands me in their orbit for a “temporary collaboration” that’s supposed to fix my image… and theirs. It should’ve been easy. Play nice on stream... moreI built my career on control. Then five Alphas turned it into chaos. I’m Kara Quinn, professional gamer, internet darling, and resident Alpha slayer in multiplayer. My brand? Untouchable. Unbothered. Unimpressed by every smug grin Pack Wrecked throws my way. Then a sponsorship disaster lands me in their orbit for a “temporary collaboration” that’s supposed to fix my image… and theirs. It should’ve been easy. Play nice on stream. Pretend I’m not affected by the way they smell entirely too delicious and their devilish smirks. Except their scents ruin my focus. Their growls shake my resolve. And every time they push, I want to push back harder. Now we’re living under one roof, the whole internet is watching, and my carefully constructed walls are cracking. Some bonds can’t be scripted. less

My entire brand was built on not needing an Alpha. Then one networking event destroyed everything. Five Alphas. One scent match. Zero control. When my suppressants failed at StreamCon, I didn't just match with Nova. I matched with his entire pack. Now I'm in heat, trending on every platform, and locked in their house while the internet watches me fall apart. Going viral while going feral? Not my finest moment, bestie. But when all five of them look at me like I'm their missing piece. . moreMy entire brand was built on not needing an Alpha. Then one networking event destroyed everything. Five Alphas. One scent match. Zero control. When my suppressants failed at StreamCon, I didn't just match with Nova. I matched with his entire pack. Now I'm in heat, trending on every platform, and locked in their house while the internet watches me fall apart. Going viral while going feral? Not my finest moment, bestie. But when all five of them look at me like I'm their missing piece. .. maybe losing control was exactly what I needed. less

Three Alphas. One scent-match. Zero clue. I'm the ghost in the music industry's machine, an anonymous Omega who fixes disasters and disappears before the credits roll. My superpower? I can't smell pheromones, making me immune to Alpha bullshit. Then Riot Theory happens. Three Alphas who won't stop staring. Who leave rooms when I'm uncomfortable. Who ask permission for everything. I think they hate me. They're actually scent-matched and desperately trying not to scare me off... moreThree Alphas. One scent-match. Zero clue. I'm the ghost in the music industry's machine, an anonymous Omega who fixes disasters and disappears before the credits roll. My superpower? I can't smell pheromones, making me immune to Alpha bullshit. Then Riot Theory happens. Three Alphas who won't stop staring. Who leave rooms when I'm uncomfortable. Who ask permission for everything. I think they hate me. They're actually scent-matched and desperately trying not to scare me off. They're rewriting every Alpha rule while I'm still figuring out the game changed. But when a doxxer hunts for the face behind my avatar and my consent contracts threaten industry profits, hiding isn't enough. These Alphas want to protect me. First, I have to let them find me. The real revolution isn't anonymous. It's unanimous. less

I’m the industry’s best-kept secret—the clinical Beta who fixes the messes of the powerful from the shadows. My logic is my armor, and my spreadsheets are my shield. But one hot mic and a ten-second viral clip later, my anonymity is dead. The fixer just became the target. Now, I’m being hunted by the very machine I helped build... moreI’m the industry’s best-kept secret—the clinical Beta who fixes the messes of the powerful from the shadows. My logic is my armor, and my spreadsheets are my shield. But one hot mic and a ten-second viral clip later, my anonymity is dead. The fixer just became the target. Now, I’m being hunted by the very machine I helped build. To survive, I have to disappear into a high-security safehouse with three elite men who treat my safety like a holy vow: Mateo, the muscle who grounds my panic; Stephen, the lawyer who worships my mind; and Juno, the strategist who weaponizes my scandal. I don’t know how to be "cargo. " I’ve spent my life being useful to stay alive, and surrender feels a lot like losing. But as the pack forces me to trade my work for their touch, the fine print of my life starts to blur. They don’t want my labor. They want me. The world is trying to erase me, but the pack is busy claiming me. And the most dangerous contract I’ve ever signed is the one that makes me theirs. Submit to the care. Survive the fallout. Rewrite the rules. less