I was framed for murdering another Omega, and my only chance at survival was the Alphas I'd turned into enemies.
I hated asking for help—hated begging while they taunted me, but there was no other option. They were the only ones standing between me and death. If only their proximity didn't keep me on edge. One moment, they treated me like they wanted me; the next, like an inconvenience they couldn't wait to get rid of. Provoking them became my only source of entertainment, because if I could get under their skin, it meant they weren't as unflappable as they tried to act. But as soon as they offered me a glimpse beneath their carefully cultivated control, I began to unravel, teetering on the edge of falling for the cruel Alphas. Until I discovered their secret and faced a bitter truth—I'd rather die than belong to them.
