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Sometimes saving an omega starts at home...
Introducing the first story in a brand new Omegaverse series by Lisa Oliver.
"...Small male omega wolves who look like me lurk in the corners, watching all the world’s beautiful people having a lovely time while worrying about their lines of code.”
In a world where omegas were meant to be cherished and cared for by their parents until they found their fated mate, Billy hadn’t been as lucky. Fending for himself hadn’t been easy, but with the help of his good friends Cece and Tristan, Billy had a life he could be proud of. Thinking about a mate didn’t factor into Billy’s day – he had more important things to worry about, like paying his rent.
“This is going to sound like the weirdest question, and I apologize in advance, but…” he sniffed again. “Have you been sitting close to someone recently?”
Cord was just out of a six-month tension fueled relationship, with a beta on his team, when he went to visit one of his other teammates in the small town of Frankton. He didn’t expect to be dragged along to an Omega Hearts event, but it was fun. Especially when he caught a scent that made his wolf howl.
Of course, things couldn’t be easy – both men knew life didn’t work that way. But when Cord got called out on a mission and Billy started getting messages from an unknown number, it seemed their mating had caused more ripples in the people around them than they could’ve ever imagined.
Billy and Cord is an MM paranormal fated mates romance story in a world where omega heats, alpha knots, and mpreg are all possibilities. This story is intended for adults only. Please store your eBook content responsibly.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“Sitting close to someone and you like that scent enough to ask about it?” The attractive blond tapped his chin, and then his eyes widened. “Hang on a minute.” Holding onto Cord’s arm, he turned, scanning the crowd. “Tristan. Tristan, come here quick.”
Another small man with a mass of blond curls ducked around the dancers, coming closer. “What’s up, Cece? Why are you hanging onto that alpha as if you’re scared he’s going to run off? That’s not how mating works.”
“No. No. He’s not mine. I don’t think he’s yours either. Stand next to me, shoulder to shoulder.” Tristan stood at Cece’s side. They were of similar height. “No, the other side.” Rolling his eyes, Tristan ducked around Cece’s other side. “Now sniff in between us,” Cece ordered, pointing between himself and his friend as though it wasn’t obvious enough.
READ MORECord leaned forward in Tristan’s direction, wondering if he was about to be hit over the head, or if this was part of some hazing ritual he’d never heard of before. Not him. Then he checked Cece’s scent again. Not him, either. Then Cord focused on the scent where the two men’s shoulders were rubbing together. His wolf jumped forward so fast that Cord had to step back.
“That one,” he stammered, waving his hand up and down in the air. “Bullet, I need a hand here.” Despite the merriment going on obliviously around them, he didn’t have to yell. “Bullet?”
“Right here. Stand down. Settle.” Bullet’s hand landed solidly on his shoulder, giving Cord the grounding he needed. “What’s up? You got a scent?” He looked between Tristan and Cece. “Which one? Both of them?”
“No. No. No disrespect, but no.” Cord shook his head. He couldn’t believe the sensations running through his body. “The third one. The one in the middle.”
Okay. That probably sounded like Cord was totally spaced out because Bullet, Cece, and Tristan all laughed. “If you’re talking about a third person in the middle, they must be really, really tiny,” Bullet said when he’d recovered. “Do I need to take you in to get your eyes checked?”
“He means Billy,” Cece and Tristan said together, clasping each other’s hands as they started to dance around. “He means Billy. Billy. Billy. Billy, yay. Billy.”
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