I never asked to be an Omega.

I’m a Fortune Fae—I see the future. But I didn’t see this coming.

My Alpha will stop at nothing to possess me until he drags me all the way to Fortune Fae Academy to join the other wide-eyed Omegas-in-training. He believes I’m strong enough to survive—and I hope he’s right.

He also believes I’ll kneel at his feet.

He couldn’t be more wrong about that.

I don’t need three broody Betas and an asshat Alpha telling me what to do. I’m going to keep running until he realizes he’s chasing the wrong girl.

Except there’s one slight problem. My Alpha has seen the future too… and he knows something I don’t.

Whatever he thinks is going to happen, his cruel smirk says I’m not going anywhere.