Rolling for His Omega by Lorelei M. Hart

Hawk
My bird rescue keeps my days full, but my lion wants a mate and a family. He sounds ready to settle, but I’m waiting for my fated omega—it feels like I’ve waited forever.

Mason
I thought we were in love—but my alpha left me for an omega who could do what I couldn’t. After a full year of trying, I still was not pregnant. A problem his new omega did not have. New-guy also apparently was a trust fund baby and could support the lifestyle he wanted better than me and my sushi truck. I was devastated. Not only did I have to face my inability to bear children, something I’d dreamed of all my life, but I had to do it on my own. Months later, I realized he wanted a baby factory and a sugar omega, not me for me, but at the time it left me reeling. Fortunately, my career is mobile, and I’ve driven my job to Oliver Creek, ready to start fresh. I may not have an alpha or any babies in my future, but I do have a gift for making sushi. I’ll just have to be a career omega and get all my joy from my work.