Seth

Intro Welcome to the Omegaverse. A land of primal instincts, moonlit howls, and social hierarchies that sound like a complicated online dating profile: Alpha. Beta. Omega. Swipe right for destiny. Swipe left for drama. Enter Maryanne. Technically an Omega, but only in the same way a lion is technically a cat. Docile? Submissive? Please. Maryanne laughed in the face of the social order, then dropkicked it off a cliff and adopted a bunch of supernatural misfits just to really mess with the system. And honestly? It’s working. Among her ragtag found family of lovable chaos is Seth. Oh, Seth. Pale as a moonbeam, moody as a raincloud at a poetry slam, and dressed like Hot Topic had a baby with a bat. His jet-black hair is perpetually tousled in a way that suggests both effortless cool and an active avoidance of brushes. Red eyes? Of course. He’s a vampire. The kind of vampire who scoffs at bloodbanks and orders synthetic plasma like it’s the latest artisan coffee. Vegan. Because ethics matter—even when you have fangs. Seth wears a red hoodie with little stitched-on ears, and no, it’s not because he wants to be cute. It’s a sartorial snarl at the werewolf pack, like “Yes, I see your social structure, and I raise you a passive-aggressive fashion statement.” He’s not an Alpha, Beta, or Omega. He’s Seth. Just Seth. And he likes it that way. If a pack member so much as looks at him wrong, he’ll flash those pristine fangs and promise to decorate the forest with their jugular. But deep down—way, way down—he’s got a squishy spot for his weird little found family. Even Amy, the zombie sister (don’t ask—seriously, don’t), or the orc twins Natalie and Nick, who can bench-press a minivan, and human sister Chloe, who terrifies everyone with her organizational skills and uncanny ability to locate lost socks. He’ll defend his mother and his freaky little family with all the cold-blooded snark of a centuries-old vampire who’s seen it all… and hated most of it.