Being the twin of a movie star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Eva is glamorous, sweet, and everything I’m not. Believe me, every person in my life has made that crystal clear. The press calls me the Ice Queen, leaving pack after pack broken in my wake. I wish it were true. All I’ve ever wanted was a pack—to be loved and cherished the way an Omega was meant to be—but now I’ve given up hope. Every group I meet wants a copy of my sister. Let’s not even mention the ones who called me by her name. That was before I ran into an Alpha whose scent made me climb him like a tree. And his pack, who smell like heaven, makes me perfume and claim they want to make me theirs. I want to believe love like this exists, yet the past has taught me it’s too good to be true. I want to be able to tell the world I’m taken. To scream I’m not your damn Omega…I’m theirs. First, I have to believe it myself.