Such a Tempting Omega by Lorelei M. Hart

I have always enjoyed time spent in the wilderness, but I love even more coaxing beauty from inner city lots—replacing hard-packed dirt with trees and shrubs and edible plants of all kinds. I derive joy from Mother Earth’s bounty.
I don’t need an omega. Never have. My wolf, on the other hand, is starving for his mate. My parents never took care of me. I took care of myself—still do.
I’ve been given the opportunity to do landscaping for the expansion of Cuffed, a club I’ve been toying with joining, and then I learn there is an opportunity to invest, to become an owner. As if all this isn’t enough, while at the club one evening, I catch a glimpse of an omega heading out into the night.
A member. And he’s stunning. I try to forget him. Plunge myself into working even harder. My wolf howls louder. The omega is simply too tempting.