She came to dance, not join a pack.
Here I was in a new city, sitting on the cold dance floor, about to start my first day at Arco Ballet Company. My nerves were doing pirouettes in my stomach, but this job would be my ticket to better companies.
The Arco pack was searching for their fated omega ballerina, but I didn’t care about alphas, omegas, or the Arco Pack’s ridiculous goal. I just wanted to dance, build my résumé, and move on. Simple.
Then I met my new Artistic Director, Demetrius Ivan. He smelled deliciously impossible to ignore. His whole pack did. But I’d been designated a beta my entire life, so when he called me an omega, I thought he was joking.
And when he told me I was their scent-match? Let’s just say my carefully choreographed plans unraveled fast.
Now I’m caught between ambition and instinct, career and craving—and four alphas who make it very, very hard to stay professional.
They’re a charmingly sexy pack… and apparently, I’m their omega.
Meet Ivy and the Arco Pack in this cozy, romantic, why-choose omegaverse full of laughter, longing, and lots of pointe shoes. This is the first part of a two-part series.
