OVer My Dead Body

An omega destined to be packless …

Heartbreak after heartbreak has left me realizing I'm not cut out for a pack. As much as I've wished for one, it's obviously not in the cards. It's time to leave behind wishes in favor of dreams, and I have a big one—Opening my very own game studio. But even as one of the highest-ranked Kxll Flxxr streamers, and my recent success on SLCK'd, a camming service explicitly for omegas, it was nearly impossible to scrounge together more than pennies between student loans and increasing rent.

What do you do when you receive an offer you can't refuse?

When the pack I hooked up with at the Omega's Lust Halloween Trick or Treat Packtacular offered me more than enough seed money to design the game of my dreams, no strings attached, it seemed too good to be true. The catch? They want me to have their pack's baby. It seems like an unbelievable offer, but what's nine months in exchange for my dream? Just one little signature, and it could all be mine.

But when the lines between play and pack get blurred, and I let myself get attached, how far am I willing to go to keep a pack that's already found their omega?

Just sign your name on the dotted line.

Contains mature themes.