Omega Alliance

omega allianceSHARDS OF SIN SK REIGN © 2023, SK Reign. All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior written permission of the publisher. eBook Cover Designer: Melony Paradise Paperback Cover Designer: Natasha Snow Editor: Jennifer, Mistress with the Red Pen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this work may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher. contents BlurbAuthor’s NoteTrigger WarningChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25EpilogueWhat’s Next?Want More? blurb Love me or hate me, everyone knows my name. I am Sin, the people’s omega, and my life is not my own. Instead it’s broadcast for the unmated packs of the world to watch whenever they desire. Good behavior grants these alphas the right to choose my outfits, meals, and even which designs ink my skin. My tattoo artist is the closest thing I have to a friend, but lately I wish she could be more. Wish I could be more. They’ve imprisoned me as a means to control the others, but what they don’t know? I’m breaking out… tonight. author’s note Hey, thanks for picking up this book! If you’re as big a fan of steamy RH romance as I am, then we should definitely be friends. First, I’d love to have you join SK’s Reigning Readers on Facebook for weekly giveaways, bookish games, and sneak peeks at what’s coming next. And you can also sign up for my newsletter to receive a free digital prize pack, SK’s RH reading recommendations, and even more unique monthly book, gift card, and swag giveaways. We’re going to have a lot of fun together. It all starts when you turn that page… See you on the other side, SK trigger warning OMEGA ALLIANCE is a dystopian Omegaverse reverse harem romance that includes an FF relationship, but does not feature any shifting or magic. It’s an action-packed story with several possible triggers, including voyeurism, false imprisonment, forced masturbation, attempted sexual assault, human experimentation, life-and-death scenarios, and other high stakes and incredibly dangerous situations. Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is also prepared incorrectly in this story, which is definitely triggering to me! one SIN They chose me because I had nobody to stop them. Nobody to love me. Nobody to care. But now everyone knows my name, my face, my life. And whatever reaction I elicit in them, it’s sure to be strong. My name is Sin, and my life hasn't belonged to me in a very long time. Instead it's become a commodity for public consumption. I am the so-called people’s omega, a pretty little plaything put up on a stage so the audience won’t notice the many liberties our directors are taking behind the scenes. By controlling me, they control us all. At least that’s what I’ve managed to gather from bits and pieces of overheard conversations and whispered concerns, words that were never meant for my ears. That was mostly in the early days. My captors have since become much better at keeping their secrets from me. They plan my days down to the very second. Where I’ll be, what I’ll wear, who is allowed to watch, and for what price. I don’t blame the watchers. They aren’t the ones who put me here, and in a way, they suffer far more than I ever have. That is, if my memories of the outside world have remained true rather than becoming warped by the passage of time. Still, I would rather be part of that broken world than kept whole in isolation. I am a delicate bird trapped inside a gilded cage. Every single need is met, and yet I never get to fly. I am also among the last of my kind. An omega. Nobody knows why our numbers dwindled, seemingly overnight. Birth rates plummeted while infant mortality rates skyrocketed. So even when a coveted omega baby is born, it remains unlikely that she’ll ever live to see adulthood. For whatever reason, alphas and betas are unaffected. Whatever virus or curse took hold, it is ours to bear and ours alone. Some alpha packs happily shifted their affections onto beta females, and as a result, their lineages became tainted. Only an omega can bear an alpha child. Betas always birth betas, which means the alpha population is now rapidly declining as well. Sometimes I think maybe that’s the way it should be. That people should just be people, defined by their experiences and personalities rather than some outdated notion of biologic predetermination. The future is bright, I say. The future is beta. Yet here I remain, stuck on the razor edge of our perilous present with precious few to share my outlook. I am well cared for, pampered even, but I have no agency in my own life. I’ve been caged for seven long years. So long that I can’t remember the sky, what the wind once felt like rushing beneath my wings. I’ve only been the people’s omega for four years. My first three under the watch of the director and his team were to get me ready, get “the experiment” ready. To my knowledge, I am the only one in this exact situation. Perhaps I’m just the first of many, or perhaps this cross is only meant for me to carry. The packs who couldn’t—or wouldn’t—claim a beta mate had become unruly, lawless. That’s what they say. Those packs needed