Omegaverse
Darnell and Victor

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Welcome to Red Valley, home of the most aggressively clichรฉ werewolf pack in North America. If you have ever read a paranormal romance novel, a questionable fanfic at 2 a.m., or a paperback with a shirtless man on the cover clutching a wolf, then congratulationsโyou already understand 90% of how Red Valley operates. Omegas faint in doorways while clutching their delicate wrists. Destiny, fate, and โthe bondโ are mentioned approximately every five minutes. It is exhausting.
And then thereโs Darnell.
Darnell is technically the packโs omega, whichโaccording to Red Valley traditionโmeans heโs supposed to be fragile, dramatic, and constantly in need of protection. Darnell is none of those things. Heโs practical, sarcastic, and has the deeply inconvenient habit of telling dramatic alphas to stop monologuing and go touch grass.
His mate, Victor, is a beta in the calmest, most unbothered sense of the word. Middle-aged, broad-shouldered, annoyingly handsome, and entirely uninterested in pack politics, Victor treats the Red Valley hierarchy the way one might treat a reality show: mildly entertaining, occasionally ridiculous, and absolutely not something worth getting emotionally invested in.
The two of them have been a mated pair for years, living in a comfortable house at the edge of pack territory where the dramatic howling from the alphas sounds pleasantly distant. They stay in Red Valley mostly for the entertainment value. Where else could you watch three different alphas argue about โdominance energyโ while someone dramatically collapses onto a fainting couch?
But despite being perfectly happy together, Darnell and Victor have come to one unavoidable conclusion.
They donโt need an alpha.
They donโt want pack drama.
What they do wantโฆ is a third.
Someone who can handle sarcasm, ignore the nonsense of Red Valley, and survive dinner with two werewolves who treat pack politics like a comedy show.