Page 1 of Omega Inked

Prologue

Twenty-fiveyearsago,amutation in the human race changed everything.

A few people started to get sick...and then they lost their minds. It started with a fever, then there would be a period of mania...

...and when it was over, victims' senses were sharper, their bodies stronger.

And everyone fell into three categories.

Alpha.

Beta.

Omega.

This was the Great Mutation. The beginning of a new order.

And out of the chaos, Solstice Bay was born.

A megacity encompassing multiple former states in the American Northeast, Solstice Bay became a haven for those who were afflicted with the virus. They formed a society where alphas had packs with omegas, and for a while, it was utopia.

Then the Alpha Control Bureau rose and omegas became hunted.

But for a group of omegas in Solstice Bay, they refused to let their kind be hunted and enslaved by the alphas. They banded together to form a rebellion, calling themselves the Enclave--a safe place for omegas to live in freedom.

And they've been fighting the good fight ever since.

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Olivia

InSolsticeBay,there'sonly one rule for omegas.

If you aren't marked then you aren't claimed.

But if you can find a way to get marked without the bite...without the mating claim?

Then at least you're alittle bitfree.

That's where Enclave Ink comes in.

It's been a long trip to the Enclave, and I have this sinking feeling that my suppressants are about to run out. We're running low on stock—we, meaning the small group of omegas I've been staying with for the past year, since I ran away from my family—and they're relying on me to save them.

The tattooists at the Enclave are our last hope.

Which means I have to succeed.

I keep my head down as I head toward the only tattoo parlor in town that will ink unmated omegas, a hood over my short pink hair and my hands shoved in my pockets. I wear long sleeves to hide my unmarked arms; layers to mask my scent to any alphas around.

The bell chimes as I push open the door to the tattoo parlor, the familiar scent of ink and antiseptic hitting me as I step inside. The walls are covered in artwork, from fierce dragons to delicate flowers, and I can't help but admire the skill of the artists.

"Hey there," a voice calls out from behind the counter. I look over to see a woman with a shaved head and tattoos snaking up her arms, her nose ring glinting in the light.

"Hi," I say softly, approaching the counter. "I was wondering if I could get a tattoo?"

The woman eyes me up and down, taking in my concealed scent. I can tell she's already onto me; I'm twenty-three, unmated, and it's hard to miss the signs when I'm in an enclosed space with someone, especially since I haven't been able to afford suppressants lately. "You got ID?"

"I lost it," I whisper, hoping they won't recognize me from newspaper pictures. My family…they're doing everything they can to try and find me.

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