Publisher’s Note: If you’re looking for a super SWEET omega verse with enthusiastic consent before action, this is NOT the book for you. Prey is a FANTASY (not even vaguely close to the real world) book on the medium-dark scale of omega verse with LOTS of domestic discipline (think hands and belts) and consent driven by the heroine/hero response to pheromones. Trust that our heroine is a sweet and stubborn brat, and if she gets into a tussle with her mates, it’s so she can test they’re worthy. Our heroes embrace their role in claiming and protecting their mate seriously and adore their sweet charge.

I am prey.
This is not pity talking, this is an acknowledgment of a fact.
I am small and weak; I am an Omega. I am a prize that men war over.
For a year I have hidden in the distant corner of the Empire.
But I am running out of food, and I am running out of options.
That I must leave soon is not a decision for today, though, but a decision for tomorrow.
Only tomorrow's choices never come.
For tonight brings strangers who remind me that I am prey.