Their Perfect Omega

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Cover Design by Maya Nicole Edited by Karen Sanders Editing Created with Vellum CONTENTS Author’s Note Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Epilogue Social Media Also by Maya Nicole AUTHOR’S NOTE Omega Match is an omegaverse reverse harem romance series of standalones. That means each of the main characters will have a happily ever after with three or more men. Recommended for readers 18+ for adult content and language. Contemporary omegaverse has non-shifting alphas, betas, and omegas. Alphas have knots and omegas go through heats, but they do not turn into wolves. Content warning: As a dog lover I feel I need to say this. There is a pet dog in this book and he goes through some things. He does not die. CHAPTER ONE Kara I was committing a felony. There was no doubt about it. The headline was as clear as the dark highway in front of me: Former perfect omega steals dean of students’ car. In my defense, Ella had left her keys on the counter in her apartment that she’d given me a spare key to. She was practically giving me permission, right? She’d even taught me to drive and taken me to get my driver’s license. A driver’s license didn’t erase the three words no omega wants to read in their email: No Match Results. It had been a month since those words knocked me off my feet, and I was in a weird transition period where I needed to decide if I wanted to find an omega-friendly job or start attending fall match events. Unfortunately, I’d added lose my ever-loving mind and steal someone’s car to that list. Omega Match was a government-run matching program that paired newly graduated omegas with packs of alphas and was the current bane of my existence. After months of meet and greets, we listed our choices in order of preference, and the system matched us similarly to how newly graduated doctors matched into residency programs. Top omegas always matched with the best packs… except for me. I’d done everything right since before I’d even emerged as an omega. Having a pack was all I’d hoped for and wanted. What had been the point of all the late nights studying, practicing my skills, and worrying about how I presented myself in public and around alphas? I was twenty-two, freshly graduated from the most prestigious omega academy on the west coast, winner of four Omega of the Year awards, yet I was pack-less. And now, I was a car thief. My fucks had gone right out the window like my match results. The matching was done and now I’d have to wait until the fall when the packs weren’t as plentiful or as desirable. I tried not to dwell on what could have been. The farther I got away from the omega compound, the more relaxed I became. The omega compound might have been a highly secure apartment complex for unmatched omegas, but it was no contender for a determined omega. With a tall, spiked fence and beta security guards always on watch, I’d still managed to drive out without issue. Between the shift change, the baseball cap I wore over my curly hair, and the cover of darkness, it had been easy to leave. Too easy. How many other omegas had snuck in and out without our babysitters knowing? I’d lived there a month and hadn’t heard a peep in the common areas we shared. But I wasn’t surprised; omegas didn’t trust one another, and they wouldn’t want a goody-two-shoes such as me to rat them out. Who’s the goody-two-shoes now? The only one I ever hung out with was Ella Monroe, who had been my dean at Elite Omega Academy. We’d become quick friends when I had moved in across the hall from her. I think she knew I needed someone, especially after my twin sister moved a thousand miles away with her pack. I looked in the rearview mirror to make sure the police and Omega Protective Services weren’t chasing me. It was only a matter of time before OPS found out I was missing, but by the time they did, I would be long gone. The speaker in the car dinged, and I jumped. “Take the next exit to I-5 South,” Siri’s monotone voice directed me. I smiled, checked my mirrors, and left my disappointment behind. * * * Driving a thousand miles in two days was beyond crazy, especially when my driving experience was limited. I was newly licensed, and Ella had let me drive between the academy and the compound several times as practice, but that hadn’t prepared me for the highway or everything that went with it. I was extra cautious, checking my mirrors twice before changing lanes, staying in the slow-lane, and taking a lot of breaks. That didn’t change the fact that this was by far the stupidest thing I’d ever done. Leaving Washington had been easy, and Oregon had been a breeze since they filled up my car with gas for me, but once I hit California, I was a little intimidated. Thank the knot gods for the internet, otherwise I would have been one of those people that spilled gas all over