Meet Ivy and the Arco Pack in this cozy, romantic, why-choose omegaverse full of laughter, longing, and lots of pointe shoes. 

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Here I was in a new city, sitting on the cold marley dance floor, about to start my first day at Arco Ballet Company. My nerves were doing pirouettes in my stomach, but this job would be my ticket to better companies.

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The Arco pack was searching for their fated omega ballerina, but I didn’t care about alphas, omegas, or the Arco Pack’s ridiculous goal. I just wanted to dance, build my résumé, and move on. Simple.

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Then I met my new Artistic Director, Demetrius Ivan. He smelled deliciously impossible to ignore. His whole pack did. But I’d been designated a beta my entire life, so when he called me an omega, I thought he was joking.

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And when he told me I was their scent-match? Let’s just say my carefully choreographed plans unraveled fast.

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Now I’m caught between ambition and instinct, career and craving—and four alphas who make it very, very hard to stay professional.

They’re a charmingly sexy pack... and apparently, I’m their omega.

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Content Notes for Books 1 and 2: Bullying (outside the pack), bi-awakening in book 2.

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Continue with Ivy and the Arco Pack's journey as they survive learning what it takes to be the next scent-matched and bonded dancing pack while navigating what it means to be truly bonded together.

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Let’s see here—I’d discovered I was an omega, scent-matched with my boss and his pack, and somehow fallen in love with four of the sexiest men a girl could hope for. Arco Ballet Company was already turning out to be a lot more than I bargained for…and there were still three productions left before the season ended.

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My first heat was right here, and behind it would come our announcement to the ballet world: a newly bonded omega scent-matched to a pack of elite dancers. Something like that hadn’t happened in over a decade.

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Was I even ready for this level of fame and attention?

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And let’s not forget that half the company still hated me, Adrienne was trying to steal my dance partner, and none of us had figured out how to actually dance with a bond tying all our emotions together. If that wasn't enough, the bond seemed to be warping my mates' feelings for each other. What started as a pack full of friends was slowly blooming into something else entirely.

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This season was becoming far more than I ever signed up for. The real question was: could my pack and I survive everything coming our way…or would we fail to make our mark on the ballet world?

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