Alpha in the streets, Omega under the sheets.
Grayson Valins should have the world at his feet. Born to one of the wealthiest families in Seattle, Grayson was raised exactly as a Valins heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful.
He was the ideal son—until he presented as an omega.
Now he's barely holding on to the threads of his father's empire, watching the vultures circling overhead. If he makes a mistake with the Felder and Sons merger and acquisition, it's game over.
If he doesn't get married, either... that's just as bad.
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Zack Felder's in over his head. After the tragic death of his older brother, Zack has no choice but to put his music career on hold and head back home to handle the family's affairs. The family business is drowning, and Zack isn't sure what to do.
So, when the older and wildly attractive Grayson Valins offers him a deal—a fake marriage in exchange for saving his family's legacy—how could Zack ever deny that?
But what happens when emotions get tangled and a good business deal turns into something much more potent?
Omegas in Power is a stand-alone HEA 72,000-word novel with a buff, snarky omega businessman and a sensitive, passionate alpha musician. Warnings for mentions of off-screen child abuse and grief.
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Cat gives this 5 Meows with a 3 Purr heat index...
Excerpt
“Wait.”
The way Grayson said those words sent a chill down Zack’s spine, and though he knew he shouldn’t have, Zack couldn’t stop himself from turning back around to look at the omega.
He was closer now than he had any right to be, towering just an inch or two above Zack, but for some reason it felt like it may as well have been a foot. His eyes were wide, mouth open, and now that he was this close, Zack couldn’t help but smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of slick and heat engulf all of his senses.
“Wait. Are... are you in heat?”
Grayson’s nostrils flared as he took another step closer, Zack instinctually taking a step back. His back hit the tiled wall, breath escaping his lips.
“And if I was?” Grayson’s words came out like a purr, one that made its way straight down from Zack’s ears and right to his cock. He leaned in close, so close that Zack could see that his pupils blowing, irises barely a ring of gray against a sea of black.
Fuck. I was right.
“I—I should go,” Zack spluttered, heart racing in his chest as the omega in front of him came closer and closer, staring at him as though he were a particularly fascinating bug. Zack needed to leave, needed to get as far away from Grayson Valins as he could get before he did something that they both would regret.
The man in front of him only tilted his head to the side, a look of consternation crossing his face. “Why would you do that?”
“You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I don’t need to think clearly,” Grayson replied with a little smirk, but the way he said it made Zack remember the words his papa taught him when he presented. An omega in heat—particularly a distressed omega in heat—wasn’t in the right place to say yes to anyone.
And propositioning a random alpha in the bathroom sure as hell isn’t thinking clearly.
There was a tiny part of Zack, the part that yearned for a mate as much as he yearned for the oxygen in his lungs, that made him want to keep going. The man in front of him was beautiful and smelled like everything that Zack ever dreamed an omega mate would smell like, but...
Zack’s pulse quickened as Grayson leaned down, their lips so close that Zack could feel the man’s breath against his mouth. He could nearly taste him.
Every alpha instinct in Zack wanted to claim the omega in front of him. No matter what his papa taught him, what morals and lessons he learned, it felt as though Zack were fighting a war inside of him that he knew he was going to lose. If he didn’t pull back right now, if he didn’t stop himself—
He was going to claim Grayson Valins.
The same Grayson Valins that wants to take everything away from my family. Everything.
Grayson was the one who pressed his hot, hard body against Zack, engulfing him in a kiss that stole his breath and sanity away with tongue and teeth. There was heat and the feeling of a hand reaching up to pull the back of his shirt tight around his throat, making him gasp. That mouth, that sinful fucking mouth against his, made Zack’s knees damn-near buckle under him.
But Zack liked it.
Letting himself fall into the sensations, Zack leaned into the kiss, hands wrapping around Grayson’s broad shoulders to pull their chests flush against one another. He could feel the shudder of the omega’s harsh breaths against his lips and the staccato of his gasps as Zack ground their cocks together through the thin fabric of their pants.
Grayson groaned against his mouth before grabbing Zack by the back of his skull, forcing the alpha’s mouth against his throat. “Oh, God. Fuck. Please—”
Please what? Zack thought through the haze. The intoxicating smell of flowers and vanilla coffee made the hairs on his arms stand at attention.
Grayson seemed to know exactly what he wanted, pushing Zack against the nearby wall so hard it sent a shockwave through Zack, shaking him back to what little sense Grayson hadn’t damn-near sucked out of his soul.
What the fuck was he doing? Someone could see them—fuck, anyone could walk in—but that only seemed to make Zack harder.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He had ruts before where he felt nothing but the overwhelming desire to knot and breed, but never once in Zack’s entire life did it feel quite like this. This was a new level of need, an utterly impossible yearning to do nothing more than fuck into that warm, tight heat he could smell permeating through Grayson’s skin.
But with whatever self-restraint Zack had left in him he used to press both hands against Grayson’s shoulders, shoving him back hard enough to put a good foot of distance between them. Zack’s head hit the wall behind him with a sickening thud.
“Fuck!” he hissed, but Grayson only panted in response.
Today didn’t go as expected—at all.
Something flashed in Grayson’s eyes, a moment of clarity, but before Zack had a chance to say anything, Grayson wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You don’t want me?”
“I don’t know you,” Zack shot back.
Sai Fox was born and raised in New York City, so it doesn’t come as much of a surprise that there’s an ever-present coffee cup on her desk as she writes well into the night. A chronic insomniac, some of her best ideas come to her right before heading off to bed.
Currently residing in Tokyo, Sai finds most of her time spent writing, reading, and wandering the strange and intoxicating streets that tell thousands of stories… with a cup of coffee. There is always a cup of coffee.
Sai has been writing fiction for well over a decade, enjoying the ability to push boundaries of society and sexuality through her work.
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