Being an omega in a newly formed democracy isn't easy. I have rights that others fought to put in place. I can't just resort to the way things were before. Becoming a stay-at-home wife and mother to a pack who doesn't respect me is not my idea of a good time. There has to be another way. Everyone's expectations weigh on me until I finally give in and join the dating site that took over after the omega matching ceremonies were stopped. My family is overjoyed when a match is suggested quickly. I'm hopeful until our first date.

Will disappointment ruin Christmas? I'm almost too distracted to notice the three handsome guys who keep coming into the bakery where I work. I think they're flirting, but I can't be sure. I'm probably projecting, since my heat is coming soon. I need to figure something out before our holiday dinner in two short weeks. Otherwise I'll be forced into a bad match by my parents.