Mating their Omega by Jasmine Fox

Escaped from becoming the breeder of my pack, however, I got caught by FOUR Single Werewolves…

The destiny of a heated Omega was becoming a breeder.
So I ran away, without any preparation or destination.
Except for my female companion’s last screaming:
Run, Run east.
So I dared not to stop, even the heavy snow numbed my legs and froze my veins.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, I fainted.
Not aware of how fatally attractive a heated Omega would be for males…
FOUR Werewolves saved me and sheltered me in their pack.
All well-built with threatening muscles, ice-craving handsome as if never smiled…
But I was melting in their devoted loving eyes…
Being spoiled by my FOUR over-protective bossy mates, I never thought my happiness was illegal and unbearable.
That the council swore to take me, an uncontrollable heated Omega back…
At any price…