The Bond of Blood by Halle Dawson

The closer I get, the more dangerous this becomes.

Being an omega in the Graves world painted a target on my back. Their enemies came for me—and now I’m locked in a concrete cell with a number instead of a name, surrounded by people who see me as product.
I don’t know if the brothers are coming. I don’t know if they even can.
But if I make it out of here alive, nothing will be the same.
Because something is shifting between us—something deeper and messier than heat or biology. Atlas holds me like I’m something precious. Zero sees the parts of me I’ve never shown anyone. Bane touches me like my body is a gift instead of something to survive in.
I’m falling. For all of them. And for the first time in my life, I’m letting myself.
I’m done being the boy with the bag packed by the door. Done letting every foster home and every scar decide how much I’m allowed to want. My heart is opening—and it terrifies me.
Because alphas don’t share. They claim. They possess. They bare their teeth at anything that gets too close—including each other.
Three brothers. One omega. And a bond that could hold us together or rip us apart.