I had the perfect pack until I wasn't enough for them.Omegas are supposed to be cherished. Protected. Loved.I thought I was—until my pack found their true scent match and threw me away like I meant nothing.They sent me to the Reassignment Center, where rejected omegas are supposed to find new packs. But omegas like me don't get fairy-tale endings.We get two choices: a low-class pack that no one else wants or the heat dens—where omegas are us...