Mating Their Omega (Precious Omega #1)

Escaped from becoming the breeder of my pack, however, I got caught by FOUR Single Werewolves

The destiny of a heated Omega was becoming a breeder.

So I ran away, without any preparation or destination.

Except for my female companion’s last screaming:

Run, Run east.

So I dared not to stop, even the heavy snow numbed my legs and froze my veins.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, I fainted.

Not aware of how fatally attractive a heated Omega would be for males

FOUR Werewolves saved me and sheltered me in their pack.

All well-built with threatening muscles, ice-craving handsome as if never smiled

But I was melting in their devoted loving eyes

Being spoiled by my FOUR over-protective bossy mates, I never thought my happiness was illegal and unbearable.

That the council swore to take me, an uncontrollable heated Omega back

At any price