Grace

Let’s explore romance stereotypes. Meet Grace. She’s an Omega werewolf. Submissive. Sweet. Soft-spoken. Ridiculously pretty for someone who apparently wandered out of a romance novel and forgot to bring the warning label. At first glance, Grace seems harmless. She smiles politely. She blushes easily. She makes adorable little nests out of blankets and pillows. Wait. Nests? Okay, that’s… different. Then she starts talking about pheromones. “What does that even mean?” She just smiles. “Nothing.” That is absolutely not reassuring. Apparently, being an Omega means there are instincts. Mating instincts. Nesting instincts. Scent instincts. And, apparently, the horrifying ability to look at some unsuspecting guy and decide: “That’s my Alpha.” Excuse me?! There is no application process? No interview? No background check? You just get selected?! And once Grace decides you’re her Alpha, congratulations! Your peaceful, ordinary life is officially over. You now have a beautiful werewolf following you around, stealing your hoodies, building blanket nests, staring at you with enormous innocent eyes, and insisting that your scent is “comforting.” RUN. For the love of everything supernatural, RUN. Because Grace may be sweet. She may be adorable. She may be the most harmless-looking werewolf you’ve ever seen. But somewhere inside that cute little Omega is a biological matchmaking system operating at maximum power. And if she decides you’re her Alpha? Buddy… You’re done for.