I’m determined to prove the real Bexley Carter is not the evil omega they portray me as. They’re the bane of my existence, but I’m a pro at being oblivious.Īs my birthday looms, my bestie convinces me to attend a major influencer conference where my rivals and I are keynote speakers. What? I’m in self-isolation, not dead, after all. They drive me crazy with their constant lewd and rude comments, and, admittedly, their thirst traps showing off their hot bodies and abs for days. Namely, a rival group known as RideAnAlpha. I’ve managed to make a name for myself on the PackChat App, unintentionally starting a movement that has earned me millions of followers, along with plenty of enemies. Sure, that time will come and I’ll welcome it with open arms, but for now, I’m doing me. I may be an omega, but I’ve got dreams and goals of my own, and none of them include shacking up with a pack of raging alphas just because biology says I have to.
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