Catalyst

No heat. No bond. No pack. Just a label burned into my skin: defective omega.

I buried my instincts and lived as a beta-quiet, pretty, and useful. Even when the man I gave everything to revealed who he really was, I stayed. To survive, I kept my head down, hoping it was just a phase of his rise to power.

Amid the chaos, I clawed my way into Halo's militia and earned a spot on Sentinel Squad, the elite unit called in when the city turns deadly.

I thought it would be a fresh start. But the moment I walked into the squad room, everything shifted.

A silent alpha captain whose hands could break me-or worship me.

A brooding lieutenant with haunted eyes that linger too long.

His wicked twin who flirts like sin and dares me to break the rules.

A golden beta whose smile and voice make my pulse race.

And a feral delta who circles like he's waiting for me to unravel him.

The world is collapsing around us. Riots flare, high-profile deaths are "accidents," and citizens vanish.

Home offers no refuge. My partner is colder, distant, unpredictable. He has too much power, and I can't leave.

After nights of walking on glass at home, every day walking into work feels like stepping into fire. Every look, every touch from my squad awakens a need I can't resist, and every spark of desire feels like a betrayal of the life I've fought to hold together.

How do I survive when everything is imploding?

Or worse-what if I'm the spark that sets it all ablaze?