'There was never a time, a place, or a need to show your flawed-self when creating the perfect representative to speak for the broken you, was the solution.' We have all in one way or another, at one point or another lived our lives donning on masks to cover up what we have deemed as the ugly, undesirable, unlovable, unforgivable, parts of ourselves from those around us...from the world. Creating illusions far exceeding all expectations in attempts to not only hide from others but to hide and bury from ourselves what was going on inside. But it was all a facade, an armored perfectly calculated flawless facade to mask pain, anger, and bitterness. It's near-perfect creation, all an illusion, a believable illusion, but an illusion nonetheless where controlling the narrative of how you are viewed and perceived by the world, are the only tools you have to protect both your sanity and your life. The ultimate goal of every human being. But what happens when everything you have carefully build was threatening to crumble? When living a lie was no longer enough? When the perfect mask was no longer enough to cover my broken soul?

Cover by @Doberman21 Danny McArthur is a 17yr old Secondary School senior who identifies as an Omega where Secondary genders are common place. Alphas are the top dogs, Omegas are the protected specimens and Betas are common but higher than Humans. During an assembly to match them with their partners, he ends up being matched with 23yr old Wolfie Hadrian, a well-known Solicitor at one of the biggest law firms in the country (Garroway Law Solicitors) and who had never lost a case in his life. Danny sure as hell wasn't prepared to meet the most Dominant and alluring man he had ever seen. Wolfie is an intimidating man and awfully possessive of what's his. Read as Danny's life changes completely after meeting Wolfie.

He leaned in closer. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. Closer. Closer. And then his lips captured mine. My eyes fluttered closed. Sparks flew behind my eyelids as his skillful mouth worked mine. I was frozen, caught up in the improbability of it all. "Kiss me back" He murmured, pressing himself even closer. Immidetly I obeyed, opening my mouth and letting him in. A single moan escaped me, and if I hadn't been so intoxicated by him I would have cowered in embarrassment. He growled at that and took my bottom lip between his teeth tugging harshly at the swollen flesh. He finally released me and leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face as he eyed my trembling state of need. "Eventually you're going to have to choose Angel. Who's it going to be? Me, or my brother?"

***Please note that this book has been taken down because it's been published, and you can see only the sample chapters of the published version. You can find the links to both ebook and paperback in my profile bio. ***This book is a spin-off. It can be read as a standalone, but it is recommended to read Bullied (Bullied #1), Pained (Bullied #2), Damaged (Bullied #3), and Trapped (Bullied #4) before reading this book to get a better understanding of the story and characters. ------- Three years ago, I became a shell of the girl I'd once been, left to pick up the pieces of my soul. I'd decided I wasn't going to let anyone walk all over me or bring me down, and I was surviving just fine. But then I met him. Masen Brown. I call him Barbie, though. Or Pudding Face. Or Walking STD. The list of insults goes on and on, I hate him that much. He's rotten to the core, a bully, a womanizer, and the cockiest guy I've ever met. I'm going to teach him his place. One way or another. He doesn't give in without a fight. He strikes back each time, though I'm not one to give up or be intimidated. He's going to see he's finally met his match in me. So, either he'll learn his lesson, or I'm going to make him learn it.

I find myself in a predicament, or rather, in deep binding trouble, one that has no way out by the looks of it, and I have no one to blame but myself. Why? Well, I played around too much and got myself trapped by a spider; deadly and silent in his approach as he pounces, one who possesses an irresistible smile, a devious mind, lustful dreamy eyes, a tall mouthwatering muscular body, and a knack for always getting what he wants. The thing or person, he happens to want at the moment, is me; no surprise there really, I am that awesome...yes, I do toot my own horn, nothing wrong with that...awesome, remember. Anyway, the spider, Dorian Mars, has somehow managed to trap me before I even knew what was going on. How he did it is still a mystery. I was always careful, keeping him at arms length, not giving into his way or dancing to his tune. So how is it that I now find myself all fluffed up on his 'dinner' table ready to be devoured as he so please, all prettily wrapped with a bow, and a card slapped on my ass that says, "Please, Eat Me?"