The Chosen Series by Mae Celeste

I woke up exhausted. Sore. Spent. But I went into my heat alone, safely locked in my nest. Or so I thought…. I shifted, and something cold bit into my waist. A chastity belt. One I never put on. One I would never put on. One I couldn’t take off. Then I saw the note. “Don’t worry, little omega. I’ve been taking care of you for years. I wanted to make sure this heat wouldn’t go to waste. ”. I thought I was terrified... moreI woke up exhausted. Sore. Spent. But I went into my heat alone, safely locked in my nest. Or so I thought…. I shifted, and something cold bit into my waist. A chastity belt. One I never put on. One I would never put on. One I couldn’t take off. Then I saw the note. “Don’t worry, little omega. I’ve been taking care of you for years. I wanted to make sure this heat wouldn’t go to waste. ”. I thought I was terrified. Until I found the love letters dated after every heat for the past few years and I felt the fresh bonding mark on my neck. And then I found the polaroid—of me curled up against a masked Alpha’s chest, his arms locked tight around me, his knot keeping me flush against him. Content. Marked. Bred. I don’t remember any of it. But he does. And now? Now, he’s finally ready for me to know too. less

He was hired to ruin my family. Instead, he ruined me. I had everything. Or so they told me. Perfect pack. Perfect pedigree. Perfect pills to keep me quiet. But when I met him—the alpha hiding behind shadows and firewalls—he didn’t speak to the version of me they drugged into existence. He saw me. The omega beneath the daze. The hunger I wasn’t supposed to have. And when he left, he didn’t take anything with him. Just switched my suppressants for sugar pills…... moreHe was hired to ruin my family. Instead, he ruined me. I had everything. Or so they told me. Perfect pack. Perfect pedigree. Perfect pills to keep me quiet. But when I met him—the alpha hiding behind shadows and firewalls—he didn’t speak to the version of me they drugged into existence. He saw me. The omega beneath the daze. The hunger I wasn’t supposed to have. And when he left, he didn’t take anything with him. Just switched my suppressants for sugar pills…. And left a card with a number I could call if I needed help. I did more than call. I made him mine. Now he’s running. From me. From the thing he woke up inside me. From the part of me that won’t let him go. He rescues omegas for a living—gets them out, hides them away, gives them new names and new chances. But he said I didn’t need saving. That I was too powerful. Too connected. Too dangerous. He was right. Because now I’m everything he saved omegas from. He told me no. So I smiled, brewed his favorite tea… the one laced with slick. He locked his doors. So I crawled in through the vents. He said he wasn’t mine to keep. So I marked him. They told me a good omega waits to be claimed. But I don’t want good. I want him. And I always get what I want. less