Slick
They stole my slick and kept me from my mate…
From the moment I was sold to The Serenity Center at sixteen, I ceased to be a person.
They not only erased my memories, but they also reduced me to a single purpose: the manufacture of omega secretions, known as slick.
To the facility owners I’m just a juicy line on their spreadsheets, and to the collectors who milk me for all I’m worth, I’m just a job. Because there are powerful, wealthy people who will pay a lot of money to have exclusive rights to my slick.
I lived in ignorance of this betrayal for a decade, sold on a dream of one day retiring with my perfect mate.
Until they bring in a specimen – a real, live alpha – to tempt a record deposit out of me.
Not only does he bust through a wall to get to me, but he breaks me out, taking my beta caretaker with us. This should be the start of our perfect life together, but we’re barely free of the facility before we’re torn apart.
Now I’m alone in a world I’ve forgotten.
Until I meet the men who smell and taste as good as my alpha.
Maybe this is the real dream – a pack of my own – if we could just stay alive long enough for them to claim me.
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