Felix Fickelgruber's life had always been dictated by his words-his soulmark, a phrase destined to connect him with his soulmate. Unlike others who struggled with ambiguous marks, Felix's were clear and unmistakable, setting a path before him that many would envy. Yet, Felix found this clarity more of a burden than a blessing.

"Please? Please. I need..." "The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attempt by a money-grubbing, greedy child to get a leg up. So no. Absolutely not. I will not even entertain the thought." - Omega!Willy goes into his first heat. Some of the cartel are more willing than others to offer a helping hand.