Lyra Cole

Indie the Impossible. Midas the Miserable. Omega? Me? I didn’t even know what an omega was until landing at the Complex. And now you’re telling me I’m supposed to find some random group of strangers to spend my heat with? Absolutely not. No way. Sure, Leon has been my best friend since landing here. Risk’s chaos reminds me my world isn’t ending. Joshua’s softness shows me my own is nothing to be ashamed of. And Hollis understands how my brain works. But everybody leaves. Parents, teachers, friends; nobody sticks around. I can’t let Midas Pack see me. Not like that. They have their own problems to deal with, in the aftermath of the mysterious attack they refuse to talk about. The one where Leon lost his hand, Joshua lost his light, Risk lost his mind, and Hollis lost control. But as my heat looms ever closer, it’s harder and harder to stay away.

Indie the Ignominious. Midas the Mighty. The secret is out: fated mates. I’m theirs, they’re mine. So why is everything so hard? I thought I overcame my worst fear in admitting that I’d fallen for them. Midas Pack is on my side, but the safety their scent promises seems miles away. Between feral alphas, restrictive Coalition laws, and our inescapable pasts, everything seems determined to come between. A medical heat means pain. The kind I’ve always faced alone. Midas Pack won’t let that happen though, not anymore. When I need them most, Hollis teaches, Leon guides, Joshua soothes, and Risk distracts. But none of them can stop time. And my heat won’t wait.