The Omega Concord Series by Tilly Bramley

Elizabeth is an average thirty-something woman, enjoying life on earth, when a dare from a decade ago catches up to her. She thought there was no way those alpha aliens searching for omegas from the other side of space would want anything to do with her. it turns out that she’s an omega after all, and a pack of huge, horned alphas eagerly await her arrival. An established pack, ready to spoil their sweet, compliant omega... moreElizabeth is an average thirty-something woman, enjoying life on earth, when a dare from a decade ago catches up to her. She thought there was no way those alpha aliens searching for omegas from the other side of space would want anything to do with her. it turns out that she’s an omega after all, and a pack of huge, horned alphas eagerly await her arrival. An established pack, ready to spoil their sweet, compliant omega. Except “compliant” is the last word anyone would use to describe Elizabeth. Arriving naked on a metal gurney, surrounded by growling, seven foot tall alphas was not what she was expecting. Nor was the luxurious, off-grid cabin in the woods, surrounded by odd, blue-needled trees and a happily burbling stream. How long will it take her psyche to adjust to this life-altering change… adjust to their expectations, their bodies, and their pheromones? Elizabeth’s options are to become the compliant omega she’s not, or be miserable for the rest of her life. No big deal, right? THE ACCIDENTAL OMEGA is an alien omegaverse romance novella (36k words) featuring forced proximity, anatomy lessons, scent matches, useful tails and as many knots as Elizabeth can take. less

Tristan. I’m just a regular guy. Bogged down by debt, unable to ever afford to own a home, fed up with our world. I did the omega testing a few years back but nothing has come of it. Just me, paycheck to paycheck, and navigating the–shitty–dating scene on earth. Zilas. As a trained baker, and a rather attractive Celnoe male, if I do say so myself, I did not expect to be unpacked this long. Sure, plenty of betas live solitary lives, or mate with another beta. But I’ve always wanted a pack... moreTristan. I’m just a regular guy. Bogged down by debt, unable to ever afford to own a home, fed up with our world. I did the omega testing a few years back but nothing has come of it. Just me, paycheck to paycheck, and navigating the–shitty–dating scene on earth. Zilas. As a trained baker, and a rather attractive Celnoe male, if I do say so myself, I did not expect to be unpacked this long. Sure, plenty of betas live solitary lives, or mate with another beta. But I’ve always wanted a pack. A sweet omega to play with and a bunch of alphas to manage our lives. All of whom I’d enjoy fully in the bedroom. But here I am, still single. When I’m told two alphas would like to meet me, I am determined to get them to claim me. Azane. Yes, lying on the omega testing paperwork was not a great decision, I fully admit that and take responsibility as aleron of my small pack. That’s the problem. My pack is too small. Pack me and my best friend, Inken. But who would have expected to have an omega found for us within a turn? By decree, we need a third to have an omega given to us. Preferably an alpha, but a beta would be acceptable. Given that Inken and I are rather hard-headed females, finding an alpha that we could add to our pack on such short notice is unlikely. So I’m getting us a beta. A male one, for I want my omega pregnant as soon as possible. Inken. When the comm came in that we had been matched with an omega, my mind had taken off. I cannot wait to meet them. Given our personalities, I’m assuming we’ve been matched with a sweet, gentle species, and probably a female, ready to be protected, pampered and bred. Though I suppose there is a chance our omega is spicy, defiant, needing to be put in their place. I might like that idea more. We’ll find a male beta to fill our omega with seed, for nothing would please me more than the pattering of little feet through our newly-built home. A settled, large, happy pack. It’s a dream come true. less

Octavia. Listen, I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my thirty-six years. But hacking the state server and adding an extra $500 to folks’ food assistance cards doesn’t qualify as one. Unfortunately, the justice system didn’t agree. Ten years for federal fraud is a bullshit sentence. But when I find out that taking the omega blood work gives you a 5% sentence reduction, I jump at it. The stats on actually being identified as an omega are so low. I’ll take six months of my life back for a poke... moreOctavia. Listen, I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my thirty-six years. But hacking the state server and adding an extra $500 to folks’ food assistance cards doesn’t qualify as one. Unfortunately, the justice system didn’t agree. Ten years for federal fraud is a bullshit sentence. But when I find out that taking the omega blood work gives you a 5% sentence reduction, I jump at it. The stats on actually being identified as an omega are so low. I’ll take six months of my life back for a poke. Atiox. Starting the Setias Community was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. A safe, large home, with lots of space and light. A tight-knit community who support each other. My two pack mates who I love and trust with my life. My home is ready. I am ready. I will protect and love any omega that Zatura blesses us with. Two packs in our community have found their omegas. I am certain that a sweet, eager little human will be found for my pack soon. Lux. Growing up as a female alpha, I was expected to become a first, an aleron: protector and leader. But it was never in my heart. When I met Atiox at the Alpha House, I knew immediately the big, showy sweetheart was the perfect foil for me. Packed now for nearly five turns, and one of the founding packs in a ground-breaking community, we are more than ready for an omega. A soft, compliant, blissful omega. I’ll train him or her with a gentleness that I did not use on my packmates, for surely, a tiny alien species in a new home will need a soft hand. Ziam. I joined Atiox and Lux in Pack Endral almost seven revolutions ago, just as they were building our pack house. I was in time to design my kitchen, for, as a charax, that will be my domain. And it’s perfect. Our life, our pack, has been perfect. Except for the little omega-shaped hole. We’re all dying for a gentle, quiet, eager omega to care for. The universe will deliver, I just hope it’s soon. less