Twenty omegas. One royal pack. All the drama.
I came to Alpha Love Getaway for the paycheck, the experience, and the faint hope that an alpha breaking my body hadn't also broken me. I didn't come looking for princes, crowns, or a future decided by tradition and cameras. And I definitely didn't come looking for them. The Ashbourne Pack is everything I was warned about—powerful, disciplined, untouchable. The flirty noble playboy, charming enough to make the cameras love him. The ex–professional boxer turned security expert, built like a weapon and just as controlled. The professor with a steady voice and sharp mind, whose competitive streak only comes out when he wants to win. The prince bound by duty, trained to sacrifice love without flinching. And the beta hidden from the world, essential, loved—and never acknowledged. Alphas trained to protect, to lead, to choose what's best for the crown instead of what their hearts want. A pack that already knows how this story is supposed to end. But I don't fit their script. I work too hard. I feel too deeply. I believe in things they call fairytales—fated mates, chosen family, love that burns instead of obeys. I'm not polished enough to be royal, not obedient enough to be easy, and not willing to be someone's obligation instead of their choice. The cameras want drama. The queen wants control. The pack wants to do what's right. And I just want to survive this with my heart intact. Because no matter how safe they make me feel… No matter how good they are at taking care of me… No matter how badly I wish things could be different… The Ashbourne Pack is not my fairytale ending.
