From the moment I was shipped to The Serenity Center at sixteen, I ceased to be a person.They not only erased my memories, but they reduced me to a single the manufacture of omega secretions, known as slick.To the facility owners I’m just a juicy line on their spreadsheets, and to the collectors who milk me for all I’m worth, I’m just a job. Because there are powerful, wealthy people who will pay a lot of money to have exclusive rights to my slick.I live in ignorance of this betrayal for nearly a decade, sold on a dream of one day retiring with my perfect mate.Until they bring in a specimen – a real, live alpha – to tempt a record deposit out of me.Not only does he bust through a wall to get to me, but he breaks me out, taking my beta caretaker with us. This should be the start of our perfect life together, but we’re barely free of the facility before we’re torn apart.Now I’m alone in a world I’ve forgotten.Until I meet the men who smell and taste almost as good as my alpha.Maybe this is the real dream – a pack of my own – if we could just stay alive long enough for them to knot me.This is a steamy, standalone omegaverse, with all the delights of pack bonds, mating bites, messy heats, and alpha knots. There are NO shifters in this story. Check the trigger warnings in the Author's Note.