The fate of their pack is in their hands.
But what about the fate of their hearts?
When Ray presents as an omega instead of an alpha, his life changes forever. As a male omega, he’s expected to mate with a select group of alphas and start a pack of his own.
The five men selected for him are as different as they are keen. And one of them is his best friend, Josh, who Ray was sure could never return his feelings. But now they all must deal with the mating instinct that the power of the Moon brings out in them; and after that… Ray will have bigger problems than a crush.
Can Ray become the submissive omega his pack needs him to be? Will the alphas understand how hard it is for him, or demand more than he can give?
If you enjoy dark romance, you’ll love N.J. Lysk’s “Omega For The Pack”.
Buy now for group sex, mating instincts, knotting, biting, breeding, and a healthy dose of angst!
Targeted Age Group:: over 18
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I'm addicted to angst, enamoured of mpreg and always ready to try a new kink (in a book, that’s it!) she became hooked into the omegaverse through fanfic (but he doesn’t have the patience to write other people’s characters) and has recently expanded from werewolves to hockey players.
N.J. Lysk (pronouns: whatever) is a queer one—in almost every sense of the word—for whom stories have always been their one true home. She studied linguistics and literature (which is to say, someone offered him a genuine excuse to read professionally) and ended up teaching, but writing is their one true love.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
They just came to me, some have traits from people I know and all of them have something of myself. I'd like to say only the good parts, but it's the flaws that fascinate me–my own and those of other humans, that make it so hard to achieve happiness and to accept each other and ourselves.
Ray stepped forward and bowed. He didn't raise his gaze from the floor and he kept still. His heart was racing, but at least he could appear calm. Not that he could hide his scent, of course. Every alpha in the meeting hall knew he was scared, and he could smell them in turn: eager and hungry. For him. Because he was an omega and he was ready to mate.
“Raymond,” his uncle said, almost gently. Only then did Ray look up. Only for a second, not long enough to decipher his expression. He couldn’t have taken the pity, not then. He focused his gaze on the side of the stubbled cheek of the First Alpha of his pack. The man who controlled his life now. He had to show respect, show he was paying attention when an alpha spoke to him. “It's true. You've come into your own.”
It was just about the politest way of putting what was happening to Ray's body: The changes had just started that would turn him from a beta—all children were betas—into an omega. From a boy into… no, he'd never be a man now, omega males weren't men. In the old days, werewolves just used the animal term for them: bitches. But of course nobody would say that in public now. Now they were omegas, or breeding males—mates for the alphas who took them or the pack that formed around them. Whatever you called people like Ray, one thing was true: They were rare. Most werewolves were born of females of the species.
At eighteen, Ray had heard of less than half a dozen adult male omegas. One of them had had a mate, but the rest… well, Ray knew what alphas said: It was such a waste to let a fully grown man go to waste by breeding for a single alpha. That wasn't what male breeders were meant for, they argued; they were born strong and big so a new pack could form around them. Ray shivered, aware of the heavy gazes on him, aware that he was all of 6′2″ and broader at the shoulders than men older than him. It had always been an advantage to him before, keeping other wolves—notoriously rowdy—from challenging him, but size wasn't an advantage to an omega male.
“I have decided to grant the request for a new pack,” his uncle announced. Ray’s stomach dropped. He was fully dressed—jeans and two shirts and his parka on top—but he suddenly felt chilled to the bone, and he had to lock his knees to keep himself upright. He had been hoping, he realised. Stupidly, he'd thought… But of course it didn't matter that his uncle was first alpha of their pack; he couldn't give a healthy male omega to a single mate—no matter how much he might have wanted to protect him.
In a pack as large as theirs, a split had become inevitable.
Many would argue Ray's new status was a direct result of the need for an omega to form a new pack. Once upon a time, when he’d been sure he’d come out of childhood an alpha, Ray had thought of forming a new pack himself. He'd never thought of what an omega might feel at the prospect. As far as he'd been told, omegas in heat needed an alpha to breed with or they would go out of their mind with lust.
But he wasn't in heat, not yet, and arousal was the furthest thing from his mind as he felt the crowd around him stir impatiently, like predators about to jump their prey. His uncle didn't speak the names of the alphas he'd chosen. They must have already known. Ray kept his gaze focused on the wall behind his uncle’s left shoulder. It wasn’t because he thought he'd be reprimanded if he looked away; he was just too terrified of finding who they were. The men who would get him.
Omegas’ mates were traditionally chosen by their parents, not the first alpha. An omega’s parents didn’t have to listen, of course, but most parents would still ask. But Ray's dad had passed away when he was little, and his uncle had looked after Ray and his mum and his siblings since then. It was only right that he would choose for Ray now, his mum—herself an omega—had said. She was sure he would make a better choice than she could. Maybe she'd known there was no way Ray would get a single mate. Maybe she hadn't wanted to be the one to choose this for him.
There was a hand on his elbow, barely cupping the delicate bone there. Ray startled like he'd been hit. The owner of the hand reached out and caught his shirt, bunching it up and bringing him close again. Ray froze, the scent of alpha filling his nostrils—and even though he knew what was going to happen, it just loosened something in him. An omega wolf knew it was safe with an alpha because an alpha would do anything to keep them. And then Ray's shell-shocked brain finally processed the rest of the scent and his head snapped up. He couldn't help it.
Because this wasn't a stranger: It was Ray's best friend.
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