The Fighting Omega

"You're going to be the second." "Second what?" "Contract fighter from outside a ranked pack. In Ironridge's history." She stared at him. "You don't even know if I can still fight." "I know enough." 🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊 Three years of running a pack house for a man who was carrying on with his own gamma's wife — and using Emery's presence as the alibi that made it all look clean. When she finally found the proof, she didn't cry. She filed the papers, walked out with nothing but a gym bag and a regional championship medal she'd almost forgotten she'd won. Now she wanted one thing: her career back. What she didn't expect was Logan Blackwell. Alpha of Blackstone Pack. Co-owner of Ironridge Fighting Alliance. The same man she'd stitched up on a gym floor at 2 a.m. — before she knew who he was. He's offering her a path back. She's not sure what he's actually offering. Neither is he.