Mitch is the most famous Omega singer out there. He has yet to find his mate but is ready for the day that they will arrive in his life. Scott is and Alpha from a very strict family that despises gays. Scott goes to the grocery store one day and meets an Omega and they are mates. The Omega is male so he rejects his mate in fear of being rejected by his family. How will the Omega react to being rejected by his mate? Will the Alpha overcome his fear of his family and take his omega? #1 in Pentatonix 9/22/19 - 10/5/19

BEING REWRITTEN ON INKITT (non-fanficion)! Mitch does not get along well with his family. They are masculine and straight, but most importantly, they have a horrible hobby: they hunt wolves. Mitch doesn't want to but he is dragged along by his brothers and father. Scott is a werewolf. An alpha to be precise. He has a pack to take care of and he goes to college, he doesn't think about anything else. What happens when these two cross paths? Cover by: @Kirstin_fanacc

Scott Hoying - a 16 year old worker at a local gas station - met Mitch grassi, a shy unpopular boy, on one of his shifts. Where will they go from their first encounter? WARNING: This story does contain some topics that might be hard for some readers and I will not warn you before a chapter because I don't want to give anything away. So let this be a overall warning that there might be sensitive subjects in this story. BOOK TWO IS OUT NOW

They say opposites attract, so what happens when innocent, introverted and homeschooled Mitch Grassi, who dreams of being in show choir, clashes with Martin High's popular, extroverted and flunking bad-boy Scott Hoying? Will their differences help or hurt each other? And will the fate of their future careers pull them together, or tear them apart?

Detective Scott Hoying is called to investigate a young man being stalked. This is not just any random case. Will Mitch steal his heart from the beginning? Can he keep the younger man safe?

"What the hell are you and why are you following me?" I demanded, angrily, as I rubbed my sore arms. "I am a Specially Created Observational Technological Trainee, otherwise known as an S.C.O.T.T. Your safety is my top priority. I have been trained to tend to my human," he explained. Ok, I could play along. "Well, S.C.O.T.T is too much to say, so I'm going to call you Scott, is that ok?" I asked. "If it is ok with you, then it is ok with me," he replied. "Ok cool, so...how do I get rid of you?"