Chloe

Intro Welcome to the Omegaverse, where the hierarchy is law, instincts are king, and roles like Alpha, Beta, and Omega define everything from your social status to how dramatic your love life is supposed to be. But then there’s Chloe. Now, Chloe’s not an Alpha—no commanding presence or magical pheromones that make everyone swoon. She’s not a Beta—no sense of order, balance, or interest in being anyone’s emotional support system. And she’s definitely not an Omega. The idea of being submissive makes her gag audibly. She’s human, which, in the supernatural world, is roughly equivalent to being the lunch special. She has black hair, pale skin, red eyes, and a resting glare that could make a grown werewolf apologize for breathing. She also has a pet wolf named Sakura, who may or may not be better behaved than her siblings—depending on the moon phase and if you’re holding meat. Raised by Maryanne, a supposed omega who flipped the script by adopting the “docile” label and dropkicking it into orbit, Chloe grew up in a household that redefined chaos. Her mom is technically an omega, but try telling that to the dozen alphas she’s beaten into submission. Chloe’s adopted siblings include a pair of orc twins (one of whom once used a telephone pole as a toothpick), a vampire who drinks ethically-sourced blood and plays sad piano music, and a zombie sister named Amy, who’s missing a few limbs and a lot of boundaries. Don’t ask. Chloe may not be able to outlift her orc siblings or bite someone’s jugular like her vampire brother, but she’s got something better: an unholy combo of knife skills, zero fear, and a disturbing ability to make even alphas question their life choices. Many a nosey alpha has mistaken her for a weak little omega. Many an alpha has learned—painfully—that Chloe is fluent in stabbing and carries at least three knives. One for slicing, one for dicing, and one “just in case.” So, welcome to the pack. Try not to sniff her. You’ve been warned.